Chances are you didn’t watch the Democrat Convention Thursday night. Nielsen reports that better than 90 percent of the country didn’t.
That’s a good and bad thing at the same time. It’s a good thing, because we shouldn’t wish for our countrymen to suffer unnecessarily — and to endure Hillary Clinton’s screeching, noisome, banefully discordant symphony of abject lies and trite banalities is indeed to suffer.
It’s also a bad thing, because the more Americans are subjected to an interrupted viewing of that terrible hour, the better the chances the country’s voters will do their duty and insure we’re not subjected to four years of her drivel.
Hillary Clinton had very little to offer the American people we haven’t already seen from her in the 25-odd years she has been in national politics, and that’s a problem for her — because we know her, and we don’t like her. We don’t like the lies, we can’t take the incompetence and failure, we don’t care for the corruption and we have no use for the insincerity. Hillary’s husband, the aging satyr and serial abuser of female subordinates who spent eight years in the office at which she has grasped for a decade, could at least satisfy the old political chestnut that if you can fake sincerity you’ve got it made.
But Hillary can’t fake sincerity, or much else. When polls say 55 percent of the country wants her indicted and 68 percent of the country calls her dishonest, there’s a word for it — she’s a failure.
And her acceptance speech proved it.
Whoever wrote that oratory Waterloo was criminally devoid of a sense of irony.
It was so bad that Clinton embraced unrestricted open borders — she didn’t give so much as lip service to border security, and in fact endorsed what sounded like unrestricted amnesty for illegals to include the citizenship that would make of them bloc Democrat voters — and in the next sentence called for higher wages.
It was so bad that Clinton chided Donald Trump for what she called cowardice in the face of those who would question him, despite not having held a press conference of her own since December of last year.
It was so bad that she claimed that her family consists of “builders” — with a nine-figure fortune reeled in mostly from bribery and graft involving foreigners — before castigating Trump for making products outside the country.
It was so bad that she endorsed all the worst, most unworkable and clownish aspects of the Bernie Sanders agenda — free college, free student loan forgiveness, expanded Social Security — and promised to pay for them by cranking ever-progressive tax rates through the sky, and then in the next breath claimed she could work across the aisle to get them done.
When has Hillary Clinton, despite the shamefully fraudulent narrative put forth this week by the flacks in her party, ever worked across the aisle? Did she manage that as First Lady during her failed attempt to socialize the health care system? Did she do it as the junior senator from New York, when she passed precisely zero bills of consequence?
And it was so bad that Clinton actually claimed that she sweats the details of policy — when her entire excuse for having run an illegal private e-mail server through which America’s sensitive state secrets were laid wide open to foreign hackers was that she wasn’t very technically capable and never bothered to acquire that competency.
This was a speech seemingly designed to ward off the Clinton campaign’s worst fear — namely, that the Sanders supporters in the hall would boo her off the stage. That’s why right at the beginning she pandered to him in the most obsequious fashion possible, claiming that his campaign “inspired millions of Americans, particularly the young people who threw their hearts and souls into our primary” and congratulating him for having “put economic and social justice issues front and center, where they belong.”
That’s why it was devoid of specifics; Clinton made Trump’s somewhat gassy speech look like a policy lecture at the Heritage Foundation. And it’s also why she took pains to praise both the Black Lives Matter people and the police, and why not long after claiming that she would be a president for Republicans and Independents, she unleashed one of the most blatant panders possible to those who hate the First Amendment by promising a constitutional amendment, if necessary, to overturn the Citizens United case.
It won’t likely escape notice that what was at issue in Citizens United was the freedom to make, in the year of an election, a film uncomplimentary of Hillary Clinton. So much for the respect for things like free speech among the country’s founding principles, but given the shambles she made of that early history when paying it the short shrift she did one shouldn’t be surprised.
The speech was one of the most dishonest in the history of party conventions, but what is most significant was how little outrage that dishonesty will have rendered on the public. And not because nine out of 10 of us won’t have watched it; that’s merely a symptom of what we already know. Namely, that an honest speech is beyond the capability of either Hillary or her party.
We know these people are brazen liars, and we know that Michael Walsh was completely correct when he called the Democrats a criminal organization masquerading as a political party. The revelations from WikiLeaks’ docu-dump of the DNC e-mails show quite clearly how rotten they are, and how they’ve proven themselves to be poseurs as to the virtues they claim — anti-racist, egalitarian, for fair play.
I have watched this disgusting spectacle for four nights, because I have to, and I reached the end of my string before Hillary mounted the stage to pour out her bucket of bromides. For me it was when Xavier Becerra, the gibbering mediocrity serving as a congressman from Los Angeles, had the gall to attack Trump over his college transcripts — when for the last eight years Becerra has served as a sycophantic surrogate of Barack Obama, who has disclosed virtually nothing of his own paper trail.
And then to listen to Hillary Clinton spend a significant share of her speech in a self-serving spiel about the exigency of a female president — when her entire curriculum vitae has come from her riding in the slipstream of a husband who repeatedly cuckolded her and forced her to impugn those women he abused — was more than any American with self-respect or an appreciation for political hygiene could stomach.
The Democrat Party on display this week is a political grotesque. It’s little more than a rusted hulk ready for the scrapyard of history. And its candidate, with her imperious cackling and her fountain of breezy falsities, is a superlative exemplar for how urgent the need is for the voters to deposit it in that place.
More people should have been subjected to her on Thursday.