You all know the mantra by now: a criminal organization masquerading as a political party. It’s a point I’ve been making for nearly a decade now, and I think you’ll agree that what might at first have seemed outrageous is now practically conventional wisdom. At its heart, the Democrat Party is a collection of bootless self-aggrandizers interested primarily in power and money but also motivated by a juvenile wish to dominate others for their own sadistic pleasure. It uses collectivist slogans of “tolerance” and “compassion” to conceal its true ugly face, and hijacks the best instincts of its victims and uses them against them. In my forthcoming book, The Devil’s Pleasure Palace, I have dubbed this latest incarnation of a very old evil the “unholy Left” and the “satanic Left.” Of course, I mean that in the nicest possible way.
Still, thanks to one of the great avatars of the unholy Left, Hillary Clinton, every day the mask slips a little more. In today’s New York Times, there is a folo to the newspaper’s scoop about HRC’s private email server that is, if anything, even more damaging — not only to Mrs. Clinton, but to the collection of social misfits, strivers, credentialists, rent-seekers and throne-sniffers who make up the rank and file of the party’s “upper crust.” If Washington, D.C., is Hollywood for ugly people and Hollywood is high school with money, then the Democrats are Mean Girls — cliquish, snobby and bitchy.
Just before Hillary Rodham Clinton was sworn in as secretary of state in January 2009, she and her closest aides decided that she should have her own private email address as Mrs. Clinton moved away from the Blackberry address that she had used during her 2008 presidential campaign. Private email would allow Mrs. Clinton to communicate with people in and out of government, separate from the system maintained at the State Department.
An aide who had been with the Clintons since the 1990s, Justin Cooper, registered the domain name, clintonemail.com, which had a server linked to the Clintons’ home address in Chappaqua, N.Y. Obtaining an account from that domain became a symbol of status within the family’s inner circle, conferring prestige and closeness to the secretary.
And this is what the American Experiment has come to in the hands of these awful people and their awful political party: “a symbol of status within the family’s inner circle, conferring prestige and closeness to the secretary.”
Think about that for a moment. Not only was Hillary’s use of private email for government business illegal and unethical (stop laughing), but it was used as a status symbol among the courtiers — including no doubt members of the lickspittle media, who tremble with near sexual-delight as they approach her majesty. In the incestuous club that houses the Democrat-Media Complex, every “job” is both temporary and secondary to the overall career, which is dominating American political discourse and becoming handsomely rewarded for one’s ability to manipulate the system. No wonder the Democrats have such contempt for the Stupid Party and the voters who foolishly support it.
In a just world, these people would be seen for what they are — nihilistic, dangerous, evil. Their fealty to the country is nearly non-existent and their “patriotism,” insofar as it exists at all, extends only to the imaginary country that may or may not exist after they get finished with the business of “fundamental transformation.” They enter “public service” as near paupers and leave aboard the Lolita Express as millionaires, having accomplished next to nothing except making themselves famous.
Can anyone name a single accomplishment by the putative World’s Smartest Woman (a title currently being wrested from her by Elizabeth Warren, who will be the next Democrat nominee for president), other than her own self-advancement? She did exactly nothing in her placeholder job as “senator” from New York state besides planning her first presidential run — how she must loathe Barry Hussein for stealing that idea from her — and her tenure as “secretary of state” resulted in the collapse of bipartisan, consensual American foreign policy and the deaths of four Americans in Libya.
What we are witnessing now — and the Times’ stories are an unmistakable warning shot across Hillary’s bow — is the end of the Clintons as major factors in the nation’s politics. For a Yale grad, Mrs. Clinton is mighty dumb. She missed the signals the first time, when David Axelrod unfurled his trusty JournOlist rolodex and persuaded his media buddies that an obscure nobody in Illinois was the Next Big Progressive Thing. She got bought off by a bright, shiny bauble called Foggy Bottom, where she embarrassed herself. And now, magically, the house organ of American Regressivism, the NYT, has suddenly discovered her private email empire. How about that?
In the Mob, an aging boss is usually given the courtesy of having a trusted underling whacked, which generally causes him to realize that Florida or Arizona are mighty nice places in January, and besides gangland is a younger man’s game. After all, Bill Clinton’s own mentor and benefactor, Owney Madden, “retired” from the New York City rackets in 1935 and spent the rest of his life in Hot Springs, Ark., tending to his Jack Russell terriers and consulting with various goombahs in an eminence grise capacity, dying at 73 in 1965 free and unprosecuted, with $4 million stuffed in books and coffee cans around his home on Grand Street.
Will Mrs. Clinton take the hint? Hot Springs is mighty nice this time of year.