Sometimes you read a piece like this and you want to be nice, but it takes all you got. All you got. Then you say, “Lord, save me from myself…”
And sometimes, the Lord says, “got my hands full over here in the Third World with real issues, so just be a dude and abide! In me.”
And you really try, but then you read another version of the piece, and realize that no, you cannot abide.
I cannot abide this nonsense a moment longer. I thought the IRS telling us that Lois Lerner’s hard drive and not one, not two but six other hard drives had all crashed and burned and lost every bit of data explaining why she might plead the fifth before Congress was the height of elitist contempt for the intelligence of both the citizenry and the press.
And then I read this utter nonsense from Chelsea Clinton: “I’ve tried really hard to care about things that were very different from my parents. I was curious if I could care about [money] on some fundamental level, and I couldn’t. That wasn’t the metric of success I wanted in my life.”
I want to be charitable, I do. I remember the “Hands off Chelsea” buttons people wore when the Clintons first got to Washington, and I endorsed the idea — and still do — that the children of politicians, particularly when they really are children, and not nearly middle-aged adults, are not to be treated roughly because a parent chose to enter politics. But Chelsea Clinton is 34 years-old, now and her famously tough parents have hopefully taught her how to roll with a little push-back because, yeah, she’s earned it.
What she's earned is a classic harangue, a lowering of the boom, a righteous lashing that only The Anchoress can dish, and a good dishing it is.
Read it all. It's a letter to Chelsea that needs to be passed on.
God knows it's past time the American people quit being fooled by politicians (and their offspring) hell bent on having us believe they are people they clearly are not.
Haven't we had enough of this since 2008?