I’m adamant that this Hillary Clinton road trip is a huge missed opportunity, as far as social media communications are concerned. While a smart candidate in a decked out van would be stopping at every roadside attraction along the way in order to meet the Real People who make up the Real America, Hillary has confined her intereactions with the proletariat to those that take place only where she is absolutely forced to stop. There are no unplanned exits from the Hillary Vehicle. If you are not desperately in need of a bathroom or the van is about to run out of gas, there is clearly no reason the Champion of the Middle Class can see to stop.
Unfortunately for the Caravan of Compassion, certain staff members are not vampires and as such, require regular sustenance in the form of overpriced “Mexican” food. As such, Hillary Clinton has been forced to make the occasional stop at Chipotle, where she has done her level best to make sure everyone knows someone famous is in their establishment.
Hillary Clinton may be trying to present a more humble image on her road trip to Iowa in a van she has dubbed “Scooby,” but her efforts to become more of an “everyday American” have already made her downright unrecognizable to some.
When Clinton popped into a Chipotle in Maumee, Ohio, and moseyed on over to the counter to order a chicken burrito bowl, she left without anyone in the place giving her a second glance.
But, Emily, you say, this piece is about how Clinton entered and ordered a burrito without anyone noticing! And to that I say, pshaw. Certainly, the entourage went unnoticed. But you now know they went unnoticed, correct? Did someone not tip off USA Today, the nation’s foremost free daily newspaper, to Clinton’s clandestine mission for guacamole? Did someone not then request the store’s security footage to verify that, yes, indeed, a woman of advanced age had ordered a chicken burrito while, inexplicably, wearing sunglasses indoors? Was Clinton not so disappointed that no one recognized her impression of Corey Feldman that she rushed to the waiting press to announce that she had ordered and paid for food like a Real American, without so much as a second glance from her fellow burrito connoisseurs?
The point of the story is to ensure that you realize that, without the trappings of her million dollar mansion, and her thousand dollar suits and her billion dollar personality, Hillary Clinton is just as hungry for antibiotic free protein as the rest of us. Isn’t she something, America?
The good news is, we don’t have to deal with this for very much longer. If she was in the middle of Ohio yesterday, she’s almost at the halfway point of her arduous journey to Des Moines. By now, she’s probably somewhere in Indiana, which means it’ll only be a short jog through western Illinois and then a turn south into the corn fields before she’s officially back in the kind of middle-American civilization she can escape from via a major airport.
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