Humiliating irony or
I think back over a lifetime of watching politicians
humiliate themselves and being humiliated by others, I can think of only one
situation where a politician was humiliated by his/her spouse, and you know
the situation I'm talkin' about. In virtually every case of public
humiliation that I can recall -- at least the sexual ones -- the politician
humiliated his spouse; the reverse seems not to happen, although I'm sure
there's plenty of spouses goofin' around, if you catch my drift. Of
course, when both spouses are politicians, then it's a whole new set of
rules, and have no doubts, Hil was a politician while she was FLOTUS.
Now we've got Hil makin'
another go at the Oral Office, and good on her. But have you ever
considered the cruel, cruel irony of her party having the official color
blue, which means that her whole wardrobe simultaneously becomes the symbol
of being a Democrat and the symbol of being the most humiliated FLOTUS in
the history of the country. Any country. The guy Democrats
running for office can just tie a blue ribbon around their throats, stick a
flag-pin in their lapels, and all's good. The lady Dems have to splash
out with blue dresses, or blue pant suits, or, heaven forefend, blue evening
gowns. Just consider the humilitating irony of Hil's cerulean
symbolism raising in the voters' minds memories of the very same nefarious
ovular acts that could very well sabatoge her efforts.
Serves her right for not
divorcing the prick, IMO, in which case this post is not so much about
humiliating irony as it is about poetic justice.