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.
They did the balloon drop at the end of her speech. They let her walk around on stage by herself for what seemed like an eternity where she kept doing the same thing whenever she saw someone in the audience she knew. She was acting like she was surprised to see them there. It’s her nomination convention. Did she not expect to see friends in the audience?
Anyway, when the balloons finally came down, that face-pulled-back smile slammed onto her mug like it was shot on by one of those tee-shirt guns and she looked up and started patting at the falling balloons.
Okay. That’s fine. She acknowledged the damn balloons. That’s okay. People do that.
But then she didn’t stop. She didn’t fucking stop.
And that puppeteer smile stretched back on her face went on and on as she stared at the falling piece of brightly colored rubber like a puppy would in a room full of balloons.
Like a child would.
Look at the expression on the face of Tim Kaine’s wife.
Tim Kaine’s wife is looking like she’s thinking what I was thinking, what many folks out here were thinking…. “What the fuck is wrong with this woman?”
Later, after more people join them onstage, it’s STILL the fucking balloons.
BALLOONS! YOU SEE THE BALLOONS?!
Seems like someone entering their second childhood is about to have their finger on the nuclear trigger, doesn’t it? That’s reassuring.
I’ve been observing for some time now that Scratchy McScreachalot seems to be a little unbalanced. Last night, in spite of the training wheels they appear to have stapled to her ankles, she teetered way off balance and went right off the rails.
Bright shiny objects tend to do that to toddlers… and puppies.
I can only hope that decades from now history teachers in their post-nuclear wasteland schools don’t have to instruct their students to write 500-word essays on “What Signs Did America Miss About President McScreachalot in 2016?”. Poor kids won’t have the internet for their cut and paste research after the EMPed world shuts it down for good. They’ll have to turn in their assignments on pulp paper made at the old water-wheel mill down by the crick. Poor kids.
WON’T SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!?!
But Hillary has her balloons and that’s just fine. The world is just fine.
I wonder if they will install some in the Oval Office for when she’s having a particularly bad day with her finger resting on the button. Might be a good idea. Just a suggestion.