It’s been a topsy-turvy Presidential political season, that’s for sure. Usually the Republicans are the party of primogeniture, while the Democrats prefer to choose their standard-bearer from a competitive field. This time the roles are reversed. Of course, even though we’re down to two it’s still too competitive in the minds of some Democrats. One in particular, who also is miffed that her husband’s long awaited “South Carolina Strategy” consists of little more than hitting every Hooters from Columbia to Charleston. It is reported that this particular Democrat might or might not have been overheard singing this in line at a Greenville, South Carolina Starbucks, during a thirty minute “planned spontaneity” block in her schedule:
It’s My Party
It’s my Party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too when the press is so rude
Nobody knows where ol’ Rodham has gone
Pundits say I don’t inspire
My best excuse has already been used
Bosnian sniper fire
It’s my Party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too from debating this dude
Standing up here with ol’ Comrade Bern
Doesn’t it just beat the band?
What freaking part of coronation
Doesn’t he understand?
It’s my Party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if losing to this dude
Bill and a staffer just walked through the door
Her eyes say don’t ask, don’t tell
His eyes are on his own Cabinet post
Legmaster General
It’s my Party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to…
It’s almost enough to make you feel for the woman. Almost.