SubscribeShocker: Hillary Leads Fundraising Horse Race
Though it really shouldn’t be any surprise to anyone who is sitting up and taking nourishment. Most would realize she was a Hsu-in.
Still here is the breathless news, from a giddy Reuters:
Clinton reports raising $27 million
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton on Tuesday reported raising $27 million in campaign money in the third quarter, surpassing all other candidates in the race.
“Hillary wanted you to know that this was our best quarter yet,” said an e-mail from her campaign manager, Patty Solis Doyle.
Her top rival, Illinois Sen. Barack Obama, reported raising $19 million for the primary election season and $1 million for the general campaign in the quarter that ended September 30.
Clinton’s $27 million included $22 million for the primary race that begins in January and the rest for the general campaign ahead of the November 2008 election.
Doyle said the amount was “substantially more than any other candidate in the race.”
This story epitomizes just about all you need to know about our watchdog media.
Mrs. Bill Clinton has been up to her lifted eyelids in the worst fundraising scandals in history, but the news that she has raised so much money is presented as a triumph by Reuters.
Yet this “reporter” felt no need to mention any context. She is ahead. You see, she is loved. She is inevitable.
In fact, the selfsame media that decries the corrupting power of money in politics is always more interested in reporting who is ahead in the fundraising horse race than they are on giving us any real information about the issues, or the candidate’s actual records. Or their scandals.
To them it’s all a big game. And of course they have put their little all on their favorite.
And they are doing all they can to assure that she wins.
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October 2nd, 2007 at 12:13 pm
“And the winner is…..Beetlebaummmmmmmm…”
I fear for you guys.
October 2nd, 2007 at 12:54 pm
Whether it is Hillary, OsamaObama, Rudy or Fred, the amount of money involved in electing our next president is now officially obscene. The cannot be any hope the average American has any input on how our country is run other than voting. But even after voting, the politicians are going to service those who paid for electing them.
It’s no longer about what the politician can do for America. It’s no longer about a visionary person with high ideals spreading a message of a strong and good America and how they plan of ensuring that in our future. No, it’s all about quarterly finance numbers. It’s all about how much money did we raise today. Nothing good can come of all this money changing hands for an election.
October 2nd, 2007 at 2:50 pm
How much of that war chest came directly fom the Chinese government? In light of the Mattel scandal, and how the Clinton administration tried to destroy NAFTA by funnelling business away from Mexico, this may require a bit more investigation than our mainstream media cares to do.
October 2nd, 2007 at 2:58 pm
After a careful audit the Clinton campaign was forced to admit that after all the illegal contributions were returned, the total of her take was $8.95.
October 3rd, 2007 at 12:37 pm
AMERICAN PERFECTIONN, The Hillary Clinton Story, returns with “Hillary’s Gold!” Guest Stars - Martin Bormann and Joe Friday!
GOLD! G-O-L-D – GOLD! Beautiful, precious, untarnished, gleaming and glittering gold! Gold - formed by the mysterious and obscure processes of Nature and plucked from the womb of Goddess Gaia herself!
Gold from the temples of the Aztecs! Gold from the tombs of the Pharaohs! Golden crowns from the treasure houses of Europe! Gold piled high in the secret vaults of Fort Knox! Gold draped from the necks of hip-hop superstars! Gold! Marvellous and immortal gold!
Dust! Nuggets! Ingots! Chains! Doubloons! Krugerrands! Mexican dollars! Gold! Everybody wants it – nobody’s got it!
And Hillary wants it more than most; it costs lot of money to buy the Presidency and even George Soros can’t be tapped forever. Hillary needs it and she knows where to find it: the Nazi treasure still lying deep below the cold dark waters of Lake Toplitz in the Austrian Alps…
Hillary leant over to where the portly frogman gripped the side of the hired boat and aimed her flashlight in his eyes.
“Well?”
“Hey, vatch it! Nein. Nuzzing yet”.
“Then what are you doing back up here? Dive again, bleephole”.
“But der wasser iz zo cold. Ich kann nicht see zo gut. Ich think Ich habe ein kramp”.
“No excuses, Bormannn – you put it here. You said you knew where it was, so you go and get it”.
“But zat vas in 1945! Zo much haz happened zince– und mein memory ist nicht zo gut…”
With a snort of irritation and a firm thrust of her talon Hillary shoved the protesting henchman back under and he disappeared in a commotion of bubbles and foam.
“You don’t have to be so rough with him” remarked another voice. “Martin’s not as young as he used to be”.
“I’d keep quiet if I were you, Joe” snarled Hillary. “Unless you want to go for a midnight swim too. One way”.
“My name’s Friday” said the retired detective. “I carry a badge. You don’t scare me. Also, I’m the only one who knows how to drive the boat”.
“Shut up, gumshoe”.
“Make me” growled the saturnine Los Angeleno. “I’ve had just about enough of doing your dirty work for you”.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. God knows I’ve seen some weird stuff in my time –I worked the Manson Case - but you make me sick, you pumpkin-skulled psycho…”
You could cut the tension with a knife, as they say but, you know, what they actually mean by that escapes me; I mean tension is a reality but its invisible; its an emotion rather than a corporeal substance which would lend itself to any form of sub-division, whether cutlery-based or not… but anyway; things looked pretty hairy on that little boat out there in the middle of the lake at midnight. At any moment the combative Sapphist and the diminutive detective would be locked in battle. The opponents glared at each other with sudden and undisguised hatred.
“Die, damn you!”
“You die first!”
The sound of frantic splashing startled them; Hillary and Joe Friday wheeled around to see Bormann heaving a dripping box, covered in mud and lake gunk, over the transom.
“Achtung! Loog! Somezing I haff ge-founded!” exulted the aging war criminal.
GOLD! Hillary’s mind flared with joy. Gold! All for Hillary! No more rubber chicken fundraising dinners, no more grovelling to those MoveOn flakes, no more depending on some shifty Chinaman to bring in the bacon, no more of that creepy Soros. She could buy it all herself. Gold! GOLD!
The peculiar trio bent over the sodden metal box. “Open it! Open it!” snapped an excited Hillary. “Hurry up!”
“It’s padlocked” said Friday. “Rusted tight. He drew a pistol from inside his raincoat and took aim. “Step back, everyone”.
“Joe? Vas ist?” asked Bormann. “You vill zink der boat”.
“Can it, Stuka-boy” growled Friday. “I know what I’m doing”. Gunshots rang out:
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! was how they sounded, as you’d expect.
The riddled bodies of Bormann and Joe Friday toppled noisily into the water and sank.
Two shots each, thought Hillary. One to put ‘em down and another one to keep ‘em there. The old tried and true method. She gave a thin smile of satisfaction and holstered the gleaming .50 Israeli Defence Industries Desert Eagle that had been a birthday present from Chisel, er – Chelsea.
“All for Hillary” she whispered, seizing the mysterious box and wrenching it open with one twist of her mighty arm. “Hillary don’t share”.
She rummaged hungrily inside.
“What’s this? Books? Paper? Huh? – ‘The Private Diaries of Adolf Hitler’? Who’d want to read those?”
She threw the multiple volumes, bound in a funny-feeling substance a bit like leather, over the side. Splash.
“Hmmmm…‘Secret List of Payments to Ambassador Joseph P Kennedy: American collaborator’? Who cares?”
Splash
“’I Fucked Hitler – the Autobiography of Eva Braun’?”
Splash
‘Postwar South American Hideouts – Top Secret List’?
Splash
“Oh crap. This stuff is worthless. Where’s the gold, dammit?”
Hillary tipped the now empty box back into the lake – splash again - and flopped down in fuming annoyance. She stuck out her lower lip.
“Hmmmppfff. Why does nothing good ever happen to me?” she pouted. “And who’s gonna drive the boat now? It’s just not fair!”
October 3rd, 2007 at 12:47 pm
LOL.! Well done Artboy, well done.
October 4th, 2007 at 5:59 am
Unnoticed by the distracted candidate a hand gripped the gunwale, followed by another and followed then by the dripping wet, bullet-perforated figure of Joe Friday. Slipping slowly and silently onto the deck, the furious detective crept toward Hillary; the switchblade in his hand gleaming in the moonlight, his eyes blazing with deadly intent….