I’m a lifelong, died-in-the-wool Democrat and proud of it. Is Hillary Clinton my favorite person? No. Do I think she’s politically coy and crafty? Yes. Is she too hawkish for me? Yes. Will I vote for her? Absolutely.
There isn’t one single person in this country better qualified than Hillary to be president. She has known politics and leadership at every level—as the wife of a highly successful and popular governor-turned-president, as a U.S. senator, and as secretary of state. Not only does she understand and care about the domestic issues affecting the middle and poorer classes, she knows the intrepid waters of foreign affairs and how to navigate them.
Sure, every Republican from big city to tiny farm hates her. They hate her because she’s a Clinton—a name as cringe-inducing to the GOP as the Bush name is to Democrats. They hate her because she “overstepped” her First Lady bounds and dared to go before Congress to push for universal health care.
But most of all, Republicans hate Hillary because she’s had their number all along. They hate her because she pointed the finger more than 20 years ago and accused them of conducting “a vast right-wing conspiracy.” And despite their feigned shock and indignance, she was 100% right.
Anyone who hasn’t yet figured out that the GOP has a decades-long strategy for controlling every aspect of this country’s government hasn’t been paying attention. Moreover, the party has proven time and again that it will sink to any depth and throw any slime it can find to achieve its goals.
Republicans hate Hillary because they know they’ve met their match in her. They’ve met someone who’s not afraid to say, “Bring it on.” And to top it all off, she’s a woman. Not the preferred GOP gender. With Republicans, hating Hillary is a deeply personal experience. It’s visceral. And it’s because they’re afraid of her strength.
I like Sanders for his stands against the new American class system. I voted for Obama in 2007. But today, I’m proud of Hillary—to the bone. I’ve gained a new respect for her. And I can’t wait to watch her give the Republicans their comeuppance.
A lifelong communicator, I'm pretty sure I came out of the womb talking. But with no siblings to chat and play with, I learned to express myself in writing. My subsequent birth as a politics junkie came while I watched my father, a career Marine, sob uncontrollably over Kennedy's assassination. Intuitively, I knew the world would never be the same, and I should pay attention. So I did.
Now, some 50 years later, I find myself dumbfounded by the trajectory of American politics and the prevalence of ignorance, bigotry, hate, and violence. I started Two Cents of Sense, hoping to help change that trajectory and to promote progressives' conversation, knowledge sharing, and actions.