Hillary's Ego: Bigger Than the Congo

Recently, yet another lowlight in our nation’s ongoing relationship with the Clintons occurred. Telling one from the other is not easy to do, but, when in doubt, recalling that Bill is the only member of the duo with any talent is the easiest way to identify them. Skill divergence aside, there is no denying the symbiotic nature of their union. Narcissism and snobbery are their ubiquitous traits and, just as with the Buchanans in The Great Gatsby, the infamous Beltway power couple are careless people who reap destruction and then retreat “back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”

Sad though it is to admit, like snarky leftists on CNN, the Clintons will always be with us. The latest outrage involves Hillary and can be added to her side of their burgeoning ledger.

The plot of our secretary of state’s early-August diplomatic trip to Africa can be summarized as follows: she arrived, toured several nations, acted like a spoiled princess, and then refused to apologize for her abhorrent behavior.

The events were not predictable. It should have been When We Were Kings all over again but trouble arose in the Congo. There, in a crowded auditorium, the woman who wished to be queen lost her composure, which allowed the world to once more glimpse the white-boned demon within.

What impertinence triggered her wrath? Well, it was due to a question being imposed upon her by a college student in the a-yuppieish city of Kinshasa. Granted, should you believe you are better than 99 percent of the rest of humanity, then the kid wanting to know what former President William Jefferson Clinton thought regarding China’s involvement with the World Bank in Congo would set you off too.

To normal folks, the offensiveness of the query was not immediately apparent, but rather than lower herself by treating the youngster as a fellow global citizen, Mrs. Clinton decided to play the ugly American.

She tiffed: “You want me to tell you what my husband thinks? My husband is not secretary of state; I am. If you want my opinion I will tell you my opinion. I am not going to be channeling my husband.”

In light of the excellent impression George W. Bush made on the continent, her snortations were akin to hitting an African reset button. The American people paid for Hillary to go on a diplomatic mission, but all they got out of it was a very expensive advertisement for Midol.

Her reaction was a whine for respect, but demanding respect “for your authority” usually means that you have none. Were Mrs. Clinton’s spouse to have been Todd Palin, then bringing him up during a foreign policy press conference would be odd.

However, since Mr. Clinton is a former president who lately has been a major news item, it is perfectly understandable why the questioner would wonder what his opinion was regarding important geopolitical events. (Originally it was thought that the student’s question was misinterpreted, but that now seems unlikely.)

Regardless of the question’s validity, most of us instinctively give students the benefit of the doubt -- especially when we’re in public and “on the job.” Not so with Mrs. Clinton. Even though her adherence to political correctness would have predicted otherwise, the oligarch failed to spare a black third-world citizen a stroke from her sjambok.