SubscribeShocker: Hillary Faked Her ‘Teacher Reunion’
From the Associated Press:
Clinton gets surprise visit from Sunday school teacher
December 18, 2007
DONNELLSON, Iowa (AP) - Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton got a surprise visit from her past today.
At a stop in Donnellson, someone asked about her faith. Clinton said she’s a practicing Methodist.
Someone then pointed out that Clinton’s childhood Sunday school teacher was in the audience.
Clinton rushed over to hug her teacher, Rosalie Bentzinger.
Bentzinger gave Clinton a picture of the New York senator’s confirmation class from 1959.
Campaign aides say they were unaware that Bentzinger, who was with a friend of Clinton’s, was in the crowd.
It’s a miracle, no?
Well, no.
It was undoubtedly all worked out long ago.
From WireImage:
Caption:
Presidential hopeful U.S. Sen. Hillary Clinton, D-N.Y., right, greets Keith Fraise, left, and Rosalie Bentzinger during a campaign stop at the rural Fort Madison, Iowa home of Eugene Fraisse on Monday, April 2, 2007. Bentzinger was Senator Clinton’s Sunday School teacher when she lived in Park Ridge Il.Headline:
Senator Hillary Clinton at a BBQ Fundraiser in Fort Madison, IowaVenue:
Fort MadisonLocation:
Fort Madison, Iowa United StatesDate:
April 3, 2007
Or maybe the smartest woman in the world is just forgetful.
Hillary Clinton at a barbecue in Fort Madison, Iowa, April 3, 2007.
And lest we forget, the BBQ at Ft. Madison back in April was the same venue where Hillary tried to plant a question.
NY Times caption: In 1959, Hillary Rodham, third from left in the third row from the bottom, in a confirmation class photo provided by the Clinton campaign.
Dan Riehl reminds us that the Hillary camp has provided her holy relic confirmation photo to the New York Times as positive proof of her Christian bona fides in the past — indeed, in an article we posted at the time.
The photos at the top are lifted from a video clip of what the endlessly gullible AP calls the political play of the day. Or maybe they misspelled “ploy.”
In any case, knowing that this was all arranged and that Hillary is “acting,” makes viewing the video quite a hoot.
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December 19th, 2007 at 5:15 pm
I sure hope Hillary’s Sunday School teacher brought along a copy of the essay Hillary wrote when she was in first grade titled “I want to be the wife of a President some day.”
December 19th, 2007 at 6:01 pm
What the hell, is Rosalie Bentzinger a groupy? A stalker?
A love interest? or just a plant in a staged event again.
I think I’ll just call her Fern instead of Rose!
December 19th, 2007 at 7:04 pm
Good job, Steve.
December 19th, 2007 at 7:15 pm
Dez, for some reason I would guess that it was a staged event. Schillery must think that she lives in a Disney movie or something…. “Mrs. Clinton can you tell me about your faith?” CLINTON: “why yes I can, or better yet let’s ask my Sunday school teacher, she’s right here.” This is hilarious! Wag the dog, wag the dog! It’s funny yet insulting!
December 19th, 2007 at 7:24 pm
Your right of course tex, it was staged.
Of course I was also being facetious about the multiple choices.
Hillery thinks every one is stump dumb and uniformed, I think that’s called projecting. ;-)
December 19th, 2007 at 7:41 pm
“Of course I was also being facetious…..”
Me too DEZ plus sarcastic and cynical. It always happens when I type about HC. :-)
December 19th, 2007 at 7:45 pm
I know what you mean tex.
Hillary should be taken at face value, and thats a scary proposition.
December 20th, 2007 at 2:24 am
What amazes me is Shrillary’s handlers are stupid enough to continue this kind of transparent propaganda. Do they really believe “interested” parties will ignore the “convenience” of these obviously staged encounters. Granted, Donnellson is only 15 miles from Ft. Madison but Ms. Bentzinger’s appearance just reeks of a “staged” event.
Politicians are just so predictable.
December 20th, 2007 at 7:20 am
AMERICAN PERFECTIONN, the Hillary Clinton Story, drops something under the tree with “Hillary’s Christmas Scrapbook”! Featuring the Perfect All - American Father – Hugh Rodham!
Rated “R” for child cruelty, but its only Hillary so who cares?
Snowflakes, driven by a chill wind, swirled around the ankles of America’s Next President. Lost in thought, she gazed at the inscription on the cold marble headstone:
HUGH RODHAM
1911-1993
“A Stern Gaze, A Firm Hand”
She felt a little shiver pass through her. O Dad, I miss you so much.
A shifting collage of childhood memories swirled through Hillary’s mind. Memories of her and Dad and whoever else it was who lived there, the other ones. What a happy time it was!
She recalled how, as a little girl, she’d sit by the front door for hours, waiting for Dad to come home from work, listening for the sound of his key in the locks.
“Daddy! Daddy!” she’d yell joyously when at last she heard him and she’d rush forward, arms uplifted for a hug.
“Oh, it’s you. Hello Billy” Dad would say. “Hang these up, will you?” and he’d drop his hat and his coat into her waiting arms. “And mix me a martini”. Why did he call her ‘Billy’ like that? Did he wish she was a boy or something?
One time she’d used her new Easy-Bake Oven to make brownies, just for Dad.
“Here, Daddy” she’d said, holding out the tray. “I made them special for you, because you’re the Best Daddy in the Whole World”.
“Yeah? Big deal” he grunted. “Oh –yuck! These are all crumbly and dry. What’s the matter with you, Billy? You know better than to present me with inferior foodstuffs”.
“Sorry, Daddy”.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, young lady. You go and stick your hand back in that oven until you learn how not to displease me”.
“But, Daddy –it’s awful hot”.
“Go on – chop chop!”
“Okay, Daddy. Ow! It’s burning me!”
“Good! That’s how you learn; pain is the best teacher. Stop being such a crybaby!”
“Oh, Hugh - please” said Mom. “She’s only a child” but Dad gave her one of his Looks and Mom just went all quiet and backed out of the room.
Dad sure had high standards. Another time she’d made him a special drawing for Father’s Day. She’d worked so hard to get it right; there was a beautiful meadow and a rainbow and some ponies and bluebirds and, in the middle, Hillary and her Dad holding hands.
“Look, Daddy – for you!”
“My God, what a mess! Those colors are all wrong and everything’s out of proportion. This is terrible! Where’s the perspective? Huh? Where is it, Billy? Huh?”
“Sorry, Daddy”.
“Tear it up and start over – and get it right this time! No dinner until you do!”
“Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy”.
Then there was the time, when she’d explored Mom’s makeup drawer and tried on some of the contents.
“Look, Daddy! I’m all growed up!”
“What’s that all over your face, young lady? Lipstick? You make me sick! You look like a common prostitute, you dirty little disappointment!” and he’d wiped her face clean with some kerosene and the rag he used to clean under the car.
Sure, it stung a little when the kerosene got in her eyes but he was only trying to teach her a lesson about appropriate behaviour, right?
What about Prom Night? Dad was older then but he still had those high standards. She’d come down the stairs in her gown and Dad had looked up from his newspaper.
“How do I look, Daddy?”
“Disgusting. Look at you – flaunting yourself like that! I know what’s going on! I know what you’re planning to get up to, you little slut! I know! I know what goes on in those back seats – how do you think I met your mother? You march back upstairs and get into your track suit. No Prom, for you, Billy!”
“But, Dad! What about my date? Todd will be here any minute!”
“That Wilson kid? I checked him out – did you know his mother was one eighth Italian? Did you? That’s practically a coon in my book. Forget it, Billy!”
“But, Dad…” and he gave her one of his Looks and she just trudged back upstairs and changed. In a little while she heard the doorbell ringing and then the sound of the dogs chasing poor Todd down the street.
“I wonder if he’ll call?” she wondered but he never did.
Christmas had always been the best time, though. Such memories. She recalled all the wonderful gifts Dad had given her over the years; the, um, and the…er. Well, there must have been something, mustn’t there? Oh yeah; the subscription to ‘Boy’s Life’.
Hillary had certainly given Dad lots of nice presents; like the wool sweater she’d knitted for him one year, all by herself.
“See, Dad? I embroidered our initials on it. ‘H & H’ – see?
“Hubert Humphrey’?”
“No, Daddy – ‘Hugh and Hillary’. Do you like it?”
“Yeah; sure. Great, Billy. Now move out of the way, huh? I want to watch ‘Hollywood Squares’”.
The next time she saw that sweater the dog was wearing it.
Well, it might have seemed harsh but it had all been for her own good. He was teaching her a lesson; a lesson about love and trust and caring, and how those things didn’t matter. She understood that now. She’d be a different person today, if it wasn’t for good old Dad; that was for sure.
Merry Christmas, Daddy. You’ll see, she vowed, standing there alone in the desolate graveyard, you’ll see. When I’m President I’ll put the parenting skills you taught me to use on the whole country. You’ll see. You’ll be proud of me then, won’t you Dad? You’ll love me then, won’t you? Won’t you? Daddy?
December 20th, 2007 at 7:42 am
What was that giant odd-shaped green thing on the auction block in the very first picture? It looks like something Dr. Seuss would draw after smoking a pound of crack cocaine.
December 20th, 2007 at 4:57 pm
Artboy - you know the definition of great humor - to have a grain of truth - you hit it dead on.
Too bad the Hildabeast forces America to suffer under her insane desire to silence her inner child by stomping over all of us.
Here’s a tip - Hitlery - write a note, let it all out and you and the ole horney hound dog go back to your NY mansion and fight, makeup, divorce - whatever. Just leave the rest of America alone.
Jrrtex - I didn’t catch that - does she think she’ll win the vote in Iowa by looking like an okra pod? Typical of Hillary - wrong again!?! And who is ‘assisting’ her to allow such a terrible ‘fashion’ faux pas?!?