by Scott Creighton
Watching Hillary Clinton (I call her “Scratchy McScreachalot”) give her acceptance speech last night I couldn’t help but think of just how completely crazy this woman has become. Compare her old speeches in the senate when she was parroting the neocon lies about Iraq and Saddam in order to get Dems to vote for a war of aggression to this one. They just aren’t the same people. I don’t know where this thing came from but it probably started to rear it’s troubling head when it cackled “We came, We Saw, He Died! hee hee hee”
Lat night Scratchy McScreachalot’s speech was riddled with numbers of sudden, unexplained emotional disconnections between her facial expressions and the words coming out of her mouth. At one moment she would be talking about something serious with eyes peeled back, wide open and a scowl on her face and then suddenly, POW, like someone grabbed a handful of flesh from the back of her head and pulled her face back, she contorted into this menacing smile like a Chucky doll on meth. Or that character from We Happy Few.
I know what it was. Her campaign manager whispering something in her earpiece trying to soften her up (“Hillary? Smile baby, come on.”).POW! So she does.
Either that or she’s taking her “Joy”
When she starts down the road in a speech about foreign policy or pretty much anything else, Scratchy McScreachalot can go nuclear fast and that doesn’t serve her new branding of Grandma President at all. They need to make her appeal to older women voters who are married with kids because historically (at least recently) they vote republican.
(Pay attention because watching the Scoop Jackson Dems appeal to republican voters (and neocons) is going to be a major theme in the next article.)
Every politician does this. They all have input coming in at real time while they give their speeches which were written by someone else (which is why the criticism of Trump’s wife’s speech was totally ridiculous. They all take credit for someone else’s writing). They’re not just puppets because they are wholly owned subsidiaries of major corporations and financial houses, they are quite literally puppets with someone’s hand stuck up their earpiece mouthing the words and faking the emotional context live on stage.
The problem with Scratchy McScreachalot is that she appears completely incapable of improvising anything that even closely resembles real human connection with the environment that surrounds her.
She doesn’t have any self-editing skills. When she was pleased that she had done the master’s bidding and rid the world of a beloved socialist leader in Africa who had been a thorn in their side, she couldn’t understand she was sitting in front of a live camera as she giggled and hopped in her chair like a 5-year-old you just told you are taking to the zoo.
Last night’s speech was full of misplaced inflections, mechanical cadence delivery and sudden, unexplained outbursts of emotional transitions that just popped up out of the blue with no rhyme or reason.
It’s like something trying to be human, repeating and regurgitating mimicked affections of humanity without really understanding what they mean or where they belong. Do you understand?
Like a developing toddler trying to figure out which facial emojis it can use to illicit various responses from it’s parents, Scratchy McScreachalot seems to be regressing back to that early development stage and when you compare the long history of public speeches this woman delivered over the decades she’s been in public office to this one, you have to wonder what is causing this OBVIOUS deterioration.
Now, I’m not a psychiatrist but something tells me disjointed communication skills like these are a clue to something.
But then, at the end, it got even worse.