It's not too difficult to understand why Hillary might not be president. Some may say that Bill and Hillary Rodham Clinton made a little girl named Chelsea. What I see is an old beat up motor home, getting about five miles to the gallon, pull up next to my curb, hand painted cheap signs taped to the side and the little bitty crowd goes wild.
Just a few minutes later, here comes a crisp, looking almost new, SUV, getting about five miles to the gallon hauling Hillary's little girl around. She was late. Almost an hour late. Our little park doesn't have very good lighting, Chelsea and her troop of campaign helpers had even a worse sound system, they didn't have any lights.
Chelsea about jumped out of the SUV, and slammed the door. She was upset for about the first 25 feet of her walk but the first hand shade put the fake smile right on her face. Being smarter, being prettier, searching for votes for her mother may not be the best vocation for Chelsea. Poor lighting, even worse sound, a canned message that you could smell put very little positive into her visit to Mechanicsburg Pa.
Chelsea dresses bad, puts on a fake smile, starts talking her canned talking points and even talked about her playing baseball for ten years. Interesting to not she said her mom, we call her Hillary took her to every game. Breaking through the little crowd, telling my wife I would walk back home, a few feet away, the adolescents in the crowd, about 50 percent of them would be staying up too late, for a school night.
The myth of maturity. Fostering votes for mom. Poor planning made the poor event. Only a few people old enough to vote could hear the words. The campaign helper, the 30 something lady, with the pink shoes and blue-jeans was having a bad night.
Only in America, almost grown with love and understanding she supports her mom and dad,
I would suggest she only wants her room back in the white house?
Greg Bodenhamer
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