Not Ready to Make Nice

Attention, pro-Hillary fem bloggers! Yep, that's you, Historiann. You, too, Elizabitches and the new pal I picked up by way of Elizabitches, Ouyangdan. Oh, and all y'all over at The Confluence and The Hillary 1000 and a bunch of you at Shakesville, though we've not officially met. (What about pro-Hillary butch bloggers? Moose mutters from the corner. Don't you want to get their attention, too? Sure, Moose, as soon as you launch that Butch PhD blog you were so keen on awhile back. Stop it, Rox, between typing for you and holding down my day job, I don't have time for any solo blogging, and you know it. Hush then, Moose, I'm trying to take care of a little business here.) Listen up, you pro-Hillary righteous dude bloggers! You know who you are, Tom Watson, Lance Mannion, James Wolcott, and Bob Somerby. And stop with the barking, you progressive Wire Fox Terrier bloggers! C'mon, Buster. I'm serious. I've got something to say.

Okay, now that I've got your attention, I've got an assignment for you. Roxie's World is launching its first meme, and y'all have been tagged to spread it throughout the internets. C'mon, kids -- Let's get viral!!! Check out this amazing, inspiring, well-made, suitable for humming along with video of Clinton clips played along with the Dixie Chicks' "Not Ready to Make Nice." (Listen and watch fast, before some lawyer spots the vid and takes it down for copyright infringement.)



Clearly, this is the theme song for the embattled Clinton campaign ("embattled" being the adjective that by law must now precede every reference to the campaign of the junior senator from New York) at this torturous stage of the long, bloody march to Denver. (Oh, did you miss the blood? Could that be because it's actually been an incredibly civilized and not especially divisive contest, even if Goose has been threatening to leave the Democratic party?) To the crowds of know-it-alls who say Clinton doesn't have a chance, she replies, "I'm not ready to back down." To the hordes of haters who have felt entitled to spew venom at everything from her hair to her health-care plan, she shakes her head and says, "It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her/Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger." To the Dem party leaders who wish to hell she'd quit carrying on about the poor voters of Florida and Michigan, she grits her teeth and says, "I'm still mad as hell/Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should."

This is the video for the mad, mad moment in which we find ourselves, my friends. This is the link you should pass along to all your legions of loyal blog readers, all your undecided Dem relatives in states that still have upcoming primaries, all your Republican (but mostly apolitical) sisters who have indicated they intend to change their party affiliation in order to vote for Hillary in North Carolina (which they must do by April 11). Pass it on, children.

Because the fat lady is clearing her throat in the wings, and we'd rather hear the Dixie Chicks or another Clinton stump speech than her any day.

Because this election isn't about bowling or Bosnia, the Kennedy-Obama (non)connection or the Clinton marriage. It isn't even "about" race or gender, unless by that you mean it would be utterly marvelous for the United States to have its first non-white or non-male president. It's about who's got the best plan for leading the nation out of the nightmares of the Shrub epoch and the strongest capacity to turn plans and promises into realities. In our judgment, the candidate with that capacity is the one we recently described as "Rocky with brains, boobs, and a health-care plan." (And have you noticed that the Clinton campaign has been reading us again and playing the Rocky card in PA? Would it kill ya to give us credit, guys? Just one little shout-out to the most fanatically pro-Hillary dog blog on the internets?) If you happen to concur in that judgment, pass this post along to a pal. Pass the video along to someone who likes strong women, good music, and socialized medicine (kidding, kidding -- you know Hillary isn't that brave -- oops, crazy).

Oh, and go read this great interview HRC gave to the Philadelphia Gay News. Bunch o' folks are linking to it today, and it gave Moose a little lump in her throat. We didn't want you to miss out on Hill's strong statement of support for using the powers of the federal government (regarding immigration, asylum, the military, and taxation) to end discrimination against LGBT citizens and same-sex couples.

'Night, kids. Don't forget to do your homework. We've got an election to win and a nation to save. This ain't no time for making nice, believe me.

(With thanks to the Candy Man, co-chair of the Pretty Boys for Hillary Caucus, for sending the vid in our direction.)

Update: Historiann has submitted her homework assignment, and it is excellent, we must say. A big lick on the cheek to Donna Darko for directing traffic our way from her blog and from The Hillary 1000. Welcome, everybody -- Great to have you in our happy little pack! Best news of the day, though? Hands down, it's word from North Carolina this morning that a certain Republican (but mostly apolitical) sister read this post and filled out the paperwork to change her party affiliation so she can vote in the NC primary for Hillary on May 2. You know what this means, don't you? No, we're not predicting HRC will win North Carolina. We gave up prognosticating after the debacles of our Texas/Ohio predictions (which newbies can read about here and here). It means that for the first time in recorded history, the balance of political power in Moose's immediate family has shifted decidedly toward the Democrats! Yes, it's true:

3 of the 5 living Moosians now belong to the party of FDR instead of the party of Nixon!

It's possible there were tremors in the earth this morning emanating from a southern Indiana graveyard as the bodies of several dead Republican Moosians suddenly started spinning, though Moose believes that her mild-mannered Republican (but mostly apolitical) father would have understood the political migrations of his daughters. She likes to imagine that if he had lived to see the odious presidency of Shrub, with its stupefying incompetence, its contempt for civil liberty, and its unprovoked war, he might have made a similar journey, declaring, "I didn't leave the Republican party. The Republican party left me." The dead have no defense against such imaginings, but it's awfully pretty to think so, isn't it? Meantime, let's welcome the official (and actual) Big Sissy of Roxie's World into the Dem fold. And let's not tell her about the huge tax hikes and the plan to take "In God We Trust" off the currency, okay? At least not right away -- We need to ease her in slowly, kids. ;-)