Schumer's endorsement of Hlllary is just another excuse for Chuck to push his jowls into the doggie bowl of the limelight. He actually means--"Vote for Hillary but take a picture of me." If only he were a woman and good looking I’m sure he’d be lining up to compete as a bathing suit model for Sport’s Illustrated.
He is as false and egotistical as good-times-are-coming failed Obama. It is a joke that he says, ""Hillary's experience is unrivaled and her vision is unparalleled."
Most of Hillary’s experience was as an Alinksyite, a radical, universal health care enthusiast and a wife who refused to admit that Bill was cheating because it might endanger their political careers.
Recently, she played a significant role in the Benghazi screw up. Her comment, “What difference, does it make?” rivals Marie Antoinette’s “Let them eat cake” for callous indifference.
Hillary’s only real credentials are having been married to Bill who ended up a sexual degenerate who failed to accept bin Laden’s transfer as a prisoner from the Sudan and backed Obama’s presidency twice when he was far too intelligent to believe that Obama had the experience or open-mindedness for the job.
Schumer is just a reflection walking into a mirror and patting himself on the back. He applauds himself because—well, who else would?
Hillary is Bill dressed in a skirt, an attempted continuation of a liberal dynasty that has already failed and refuses to respect American traditions. She is popular. That’s usually a symbol of inadequacy where the voting public is ignorant and self-interested.
Kennedy said, “Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.” Obama said, “I’ll get you food stamps.” Hillary implies, “I’m my husband.” And Schumer asks,
“Where are the photographers?”
“Where are the photographers?”
Vote gatherers accuse the Republicans of failing. But it is the Democrats who are ruining the economy, the military, our ethics, our traditions and our Emersonian self-reliance. The Democrat voters have failed us, not the Republicans.
How? They have failed us by voting for short term pleasure and hand-outs rather than long term governance.
I am writing this in New York City, the land of the liberal la-la’s. A few days ago I enjoyed the fruitless exercise of voting for Joe Lhotta. Of course De Blassio won. He is the wrong man for the wrong job, a liberal’s antagonistic delight.
When I was flying to Paris in the eighties De Blassio was visiting Moscow. He honeymooned in Cuba and visited Nicaragua. He loves fascistic liberalism, a communist government that is strewn with corpses from China to Cambodia.
And Hillary? A not so bright woman who loves power. And Bill? A bright man who loves women.
David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.