Kate Clinton

Crabby Putinesca

Filed By Kate Clinton | April 26, 2008 6:10 PM | comments

Filed in: Politics
Tags: Barack Obama, Bill Clinton, election 2008, Hillary Rodham Clinton, HRC, Putin, springtime, Vladimir Putin

It is an amazing spring day here in New York City. Finally. The trees are leafing out, providing cover for the tattered, plastic Fairway bags lufting all winter in the bare tree branches. The yellow forsythia petals have given way to green leaf. The jonquils are past. But it is high bloom time for the flowering crab trees in Riverside Park. I wish I could freeze frame them, but their mutability is their poignant charm.

To reverse one of my favorite literature tropes, that old "pathetic fallacy" of the personification of inanimate objects, allow me to floral-ize myself. This long primary season, I am one flowering crab, but without the charm.

As the post-primary letdown sets in Pennsylvania and Keystone staters get back to actual bitterness, Indiana and North Carolina are now in the media spotlight. The big Good Sam Club RV map of where we've been will have the last magnetized states of West Virginia, Kentucky, Oregon, South Dakota and Montana all filled in by June 3. And then the gas-guzzling behemoth of the Democratic Party will trundle off to Colorado, the Rocky Mountain State and Denver.

Donner, party of one.

Unlike many of my friends, I am not cranky that the race goes on. I am not calling for Hillary to leave the race or for Bill to leave the human race. Okay, maybe the latter. I remind my impatient friends, this too is what democracy looks like. They haven't seen it for seven and a half years, so they're confused.

What I am most crabby appleton about is the media coverage. John King obsessively poking his military-inspired voting GPS system as Wolf looks on over his shoulder, slack-jawed, like a Cro-Magnon discovering fire.

Furrow-browed and deeply caring Rev. Bill Moyers hearing Jeremiah Wright's confession.

Mary Matalin, not the one who can't hear, the Matalin who doesn't listen, tight-lipping her theory that the Democrats really don't want to win the White House. They are more concerned with solidifying their hold on Congress. They could care less.

Well, I don't care what Democrat wins the presidency; I just want her to appoint me as Media Czar. And I don't mean the new nice kind of czar Bush appoints when he has no clue what to do. War Czar, for example. The place should be crawling with Katrina Czars, Gitmo Czars, Sub-Crime Mortgage Czar. I mean the old Russian crabby czars. Like Putin.

When the story broke that Putin was having an affair with a Russian Olympian, a gold medal gymnast in rhythmic gymnastics, he was asked about it at a press conference. His wife did not appear at his side. Putin, whose soul George had seen during a staring contest, waxed on creepily about how Russian women are the best, Italians second and then groused about people who with "infected noses" dig into other people's private lives. Which was how he got his start.

The next day the reporter's paper was shut down. The picture of the gymnast with the sole of her foot on the back of her head disappeared. No word on the poor guy who asked the question at the press conference.

That kind of Media Czar, but a little less gulagy. I would institute mandatory term limits on all pundits. I would make it illegal to use your own name in the title of a news show. I am hoping Rachel Maddow will agree to be my Deputy Czar.


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What I am most crabby appleton about is the media coverage. John King obsessively poking his military-inspired voting GPS system as Wolf looks on over his shoulder, slack-jawed, like a Cro-Magnon discovering fire.

ROFLMAO That's the best damned description of that duo that I've ever heard.

Robert Ganshorn Robert Ganshorn | April 27, 2008 12:17 AM

I feel as though I am at a "My Cousin Vinnie" film festival. "What the Hell is a Yute?"

Does ROFLMAO stand for "Real Old Fashioned Lesbian Mother Animal Orgasms?

Ms. Clinton, your posting combined a wonderful blend of humor and cynicism that has made our Republic what it is today. Factually perfect and totally in the spirit of "The Happy Warrior" Hubert Humphrey.

(take that Bill Perdue)

I enjoyed particularly the concept of term limits on pundits and I have noticed your pieces are always tinged with just the right amount of experience and optimism that used to appeal to Reagan Democrats. Hopefully they have either died off, or those few remaining have been sequestered in a military run camp at Gitmo until December.