Packin’ her six-shooter, that
rootin’-tootin’ cowgirl, Hillary - Annie Oakley - Clinton will meet her
rival for the Democratic Party’s nomination for President, the elite
Chicago city slicker Barack Obama, in the Philadelphia debate tonight
for what some are hoping will be like the Gunfight at the OK Coral.
Hillary’s got the sun in the morning till the moon tonight to practice
her shots before she does what comes naturally, if we are to believe the
caricatures of Mrs. Clinton as the well, you know, rhymes with rich,
which/witch she is.
Trailing in the delegate count, and her poll numbers takin’ a beatin’,
this could be ol’ Annie Oakley Clinton’s last stand if she wants to
convince those superdelegates to give her the nomination.
Unfortunately, ol’ Annie is bucking a trend of superdelegates moving to
Obama’s side convinced he’s the world’s greatest sharpshooter, if not
bowler, who will bring the party to victory against rival John McCain
come the fall.
Never mind that Obama’s got a crazy preacher named Wright hangin’ around
his corral; a personal banker fella named Rezko, who soon might be doin’
time; a former gunslinger named Ayres a member of his gang; and there
are a bunch of cattle wrestler types who live in the boonies who
wouldn’t vote for the Chicago city slicker even if he put a gun to their
backs.
It’s sort of as if the Democratic Party is in its hour of midnight and
all is still. We see the stage coach climbing up the hill, moving along
the mountain trail, carrying passengers and mail, never suspecting there
is something really wrong. The watchful driver is in her seat, her trusty
rifle lying at her feet, some of the passengers inside seem to be
dozing as they ride, never suspecting danger as they roll along. Obama’s
their man and if he can’t save them no one can.
They say that falling in love is wonderful, so they say, and fall in
love with Barack Obama the party elders have done. But they also say
that love is blind, and there seems to be a certain reckless
short-sightedness on the part of the party when it comes to the issue of
Barack Obama’s electability in the fall contest.
Consistently, Obama has not been able to close the deal with white
working-class voters. One of the core constituencies of the Democratic
Party are working women and women over the age of 45. Obama has not been
able to garner their support. He has touted himself as a bridge builder,
but can he bring home the “Reagan Democrats?” The numbers don’t look
promising.
What he has been able to prove is that if you can get 80 percent of the
Black vote you can win state primaries and look like a winner, when in
fact, you’re wins are the result of securing a narrow demographic.
Winning caucuses in Republican-leaning states with the votes of the
Democratic Party elite, which make up the core of caucus participants,
is not a measure of how one would do in a general election. If the past
is prelude, the youth vote has never proven to be a secure vote.
Ol’
Annie Oakley Clinton has her own problems, but the constituency she has
built and the states in which she has been able to prevail over her
rival will count in the fall, where Obama’s wins might not.
But in the meantime, before she can make her argument to those
love-struck superdelegates, Miss Annie Oakley Clinton has her work cut
out for her at the ABC Philadelphia Debate tonight.
Here’s what she has
to do: she has to pull out her six-shooters, take direct aim at Obama,
smile her winning smile and fire away so that, once and for all, she
will prove that you can
get a man with a gun!