Stan Geiger

Hillary: Way Off the Deep End

You know, I grew up thinking political assassination was a way of life in America.

I was 5 years old when President Kennedy was killed. I was a little young to grasp the full measure of what was going on, but I had the ability to watch TV.

In 1968, Martin King and Bobby were shot dead just weeks apart.

In 1972, George Wallace, presidential candidate, was gunned down. He lived, but spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

In 1974, not one but two crazy women drew steel on President Ford. One actually got a shot off.

In 1981, a man in love with Jodie Foster emptied a pistol in Ronald Reagan's direction---at point blank range. Fortunately, for Reagan, the would-be assassin wasn't much of a shot. That was an unfortunate fact, however, for 3 people in Reagan's vicinity.

It got to the point that every time I saw an interruption of programming for a news report I immediately wondered who had been shot.

Outside the political arena, nuts have had their moments. Beloved Beatle John Lennon was executed by a guy that heard voices in his head. A fellow dubbed "Son of Sam" roamed the streets of New York City in the '70s, randomly shooting and killing kids whenever he found a couple making out in a car. Why? Well, because a dog told him to do it.

Guns, obviously, aren't that hard to get a hold of, and there are imbalanced people out there that don't need much of a push. And that's what makes Hillary Clinton's most recent gaffe so abhorrent.

As everyone knows by now, Clinton made a public statement noting Bobby Kennedy, while running for president, wasn't murdered until June. If I were a nut case, a radical, passionate Hillary supporter that would do anything to see her elected president, I could easily take what she said as a suggestion. It's not too late. Obama might, kinda sorta, up and die---with the help of a couple of bullets from my gun. It's up to me. Hillary, my great leader, has called me to action.

Clinton has lost it.

I see Hillary as a woman that has dreamed of being the first female president in U.S. history since her days as a pot-smoking punk at Yale University. She acts, in fact, as if she has some kind of divine right to the title. This was her year, in her mind. She had it in her grasp. Indeed, she was all but crowned the Democratic nominee months ago, before the voting even started. But things didn't work out. And she is buggin'.

If she had taken her rejection gracefully, bowed out a few states ago, not burned millions of dollars of contributor money and her own in a futile effort, and not come down with a severe case of foot-in-mouth disease (don't forget the phantom sniper fire), Clinton might have been able to come back in 4 or 8 years. But I think she can forget about it now. She will never be president.

It's time to leave the national stage, Hill. And, do us all a favor and take your husband with you. His engine doesn't seem to be hitting on all 8 cylinders these days, either.

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