Alex Massie turns to the great comic novelist to explain why Hillary fills all rational men with horror:
In my sourer moments I find myself persuaded that Bertie Wooster’s verdict on aunts also applies to politicians: “It is no use telling me that there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.”
Never is this more the case than during a Presidential campaign. The sheer ghastliness of the front-runners is something to behold. Or not, as the case may be.
Try as I might, for instance, I find it hard to warm to Hillary Clinton even as I acknowledge that some of the hysteria surrounding her is absurdly overblown. And yet, there’s something to it too. This story in today’s Washington Post about Hillary’s struggle to appeal to male voters won’t have pleased the campaign much, (it’s pretty anecdotal for one, and, for another, she is doing slightly better with white men than might be imagined). Still, it’s undeniable that there’s something about Hillary’s demeanour that puts people off. It’s not as simple as her being a woman, though that doubtless disqualifies her in some folks’ eyes, but that she’s a particular type of woman.
Rum-tiddley-tum
The Rodham-Clinton’s come
Rum-tiddley-tay
How Hell is going to pay
And don’t miss the punchline on Massie’s post. We are most amused.