Picking the Wrong Fight
Whenever I think of Hillary Clinton, I always think of what proper Victorian ladies were supposed to do whenever their husbands wanted to procreate: "Close your eyes and think of England."
Not that I'm accusing Hillary of being frigid, mind you. For all I know, she's got a Manhattan weekend retreat done up in chrome and black leather with a shower big enough for the Yankees' entire bullpen. But the less said about that the better.
It's just that whenever Hillary had to do or say or just put up with anything unpleasant, I figured she was the stoic type. How else could somebody stay married to Bill for 30-plus years? How else could she endure a "listening tour" in nearly-Red State upstate New York? How else could she call Robert Byrd or Trent Lott "my esteemed colleague"?
That's what I thought right up until now:
Sen. Hillary Clinton yesterday backed a rebel band of Senate Dems seeking to filibuster a vote on the Supreme Court nomination of Judge Samuel Alito.
Democratic leaders had warned that filibuster efforts were going nowhere and would let President Bush score easy political points, but Clinton said, "I oppose his nomination and support efforts to block his confirmation."
The Sam Alito vote is clearly a case where, to use an awful phrase, Hillary should just relax and enjoy the inevitable. The Democrats don't have the votes to keep Alito off the court