Two years ago today, HillaryIs44 was born.
We have been right about the worthiness (not infallibility or perfection) of Hillary Clinton. We have been right about the con artist Chicago flim-flam man Barack Obama.
This past week the subject of much attention has been a British woman by the name of Susan Boyle. On a television show Susan Boyle sang a song that electrified the world. “I’ve never been given a chance before” said Susan Boyle.
Already Susan Boyle has been attacked by a “reporter” woman.
As a response to the article attacking Susan Boyle a reader asked a question Hillary Clinton supporters have asked themselves many times:
It is obvious Susan Boyle is the genuine article, a spinster who cared lovingly for her mother until her death at 91. What is it about such self sacrificing women that makes Mz. Callahan so uncomfortable she has to turn Susan into a suspected phony? That questions answers itself. My husband was at first worried that Susan could only sing that one song…so I played her version of ‘Cry Me a River’ for him. His eyes popped, and he is a jazz bassist. Susan is so gifted that she can outdo American jazz singers in their own accents and styles. The fact that she can perfectly interpret a ‘you dun me wrong’ blues song having never been kissed just shows how tremendously gifted she is. Yet women like Callahan have to despise the genuine article. A self sacrificing caregiver is now being given the chance her dying mother urged her to seek….Callahan has to say something cynical. That says far more about Callahan than it does Susan Boyle.
The lyrics to the song I Dreamed A Dream are about “lost innocence and broken dreams”. The heroine of the song is Fantine, a woman abandoned by her lover, gives birth to a daughter, Cosette, out of wedlock, is wrongly dismissed from a desperately-needed job, and forced into prostitution to survive and to support her daughter.
Fantine’s story is not particularly unusual. Her circumstances repeat throughout history. The names change but the story remains the same. The abusers’ names change but the shame remains.
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We have been writing the truth that neither Republicans nor Dimocrats want to hear for two years now. When we started to publish we were completely alone. Now many websites are “Hillary supporter” websites. But even among the Hopium eaters our message now echoes.
The latest HillaryIs44 style article comes from Naomi Klein via Obama Hopium central The Nation and the vile cesspool which is The Huffington Post:
I was a bit concerned about posting my latest column on Huffington Post, for obvious reasons. But I have decided to do it anyway, in the hopes that HuffPo readers will submit additions and modifications to the Lexicon of Disappointment. Or, alternatively, just yell about how wrong I am.
The entire HillaryIs44 oeuvre is the foundation of the “Lexicon”. Klein, with whom we do not totally or even mostly agree, adds to our work as she explains the stench of B.O. from the viewpoint of the dupes and fools she knows from firsthand experience:
All is not well in Obamafanland. It’s not clear exactly what accounts for the change of mood. Maybe it was the rancid smell emanating from Treasury’s latest bank bailout. [snip]
Whatever the last straw, a growing number of Obama enthusiasts are starting to entertain the possibility that their man is not, in fact, going to save the world if we all just hope really hard.
This is a good thing. If the superfan culture that brought Obama to power is going to transform itself into an independent political movement, one fierce enough to produce programs capable of meeting the current crises, we are all going to have to stop hoping and start demanding.
The first stage, however, is to understand fully the awkward in-between space in which many US progressive movements find themselves. To do that, we need a new language, one specific to the Obama moment. Here is a start.
Klein, still does not get that the “superfan” culture will never become “an independent political movement”. Hopium addicts can at best end and then recover from their addictions and finally apologize to those who knew more than them but whom they belittled. Klein then lists words Hopium addicts should add to their Obama Lexicon:
Hopeover. Like a hangover, a hopeover comes from having overindulged in something that felt good at the time but wasn’t really all that healthy, leading to feelings of remorse, even shame. It’s the political equivalent of the crash after a sugar high. Sample sentence: “When I listened to Obama’s economic speech my heart soared. But then, when I tried to tell a friend about his plans for the millions of layoffs and foreclosures, I found myself saying nothing at all. I’ve got a serious hopeover.”
Hoper coaster. Like a roller coaster, the hoper coaster describes the intense emotional peaks and valleys of the Obama era, the veering between joy at having a president who supports safe-sex education and despondency that single-payer healthcare is off the table at the very moment when it could actually become a reality. Sample sentence: “I was so psyched when Obama said he is closing Guantánamo. But now they are fighting like mad to make sure the prisoners in Bagram have no legal rights at all. Stop this hoper coaster — I want to get off!”
Hopesick. Like the homesick, hopesick individuals are intensely nostalgic. They miss the rush of optimism from the campaign trail and are forever trying to recapture that warm, hopey feeling–usually by exaggerating the significance of relatively minor acts of Obama decency. Sample sentences: “I was feeling really hopesick about the escalation in Afghanistan, but then I watched a YouTube video of Michelle in her organic garden and it felt like inauguration day all over again. A few hours later, when I heard that the Obama administration was boycotting a major UN racism conference, the hopesickness came back hard. So I watched slideshows of Michelle wearing clothes made by ethnically diverse independent fashion designers, and that sort of helped.”
Hope fiend. With hope receding, the hope fiend, like the dope fiend, goes into serious withdrawal, willing to do anything to chase the buzz. (Closely related to hopesickness but more severe, usually affecting middle-aged males.) Sample sentence: “Joe told me he actually believes Obama deliberately brought in Summers so that he would blow the bailout, and then Obama would have the excuse he needs to do what he really wants: nationalize the banks and turn them into credit unions. What a hope fiend!”
Hopebreak. Like the heartbroken lover, the hopebroken Obama-ite is not mad but terribly sad. She projected messianic powers onto Obama and is now inconsolable in her disappointment. Sample sentence: “I really believed Obama would finally force us to confront the legacy of slavery in this country and start a serious national conversation about race. But now he never seems to mention race, and he’s using twisted legal arguments to keep us from even confronting the crimes of the Bush years. Every time I hear him say ‘move forward,’ I’m hopebroken all over again.”
Hopelash. Like a backlash, hopelash is a 180-degree reversal of everything Obama-related. Sufferers were once Obama’s most passionate evangelists. Now they are his angriest critics. Sample sentence: “At least with Bush everyone knew he was an asshole. Now we’ve got the same wars, the same lawless prisons, the same Washington corruption, but everyone is cheering like Stepford wives. It’s time for a full-on hopelash.”
Klein is not really over the Hopium addiction (or in her case, exploitation). Klein, like many Hopium addled addicts (or exploiters), is on the half step of Methadone. There is still not a sufficient understanding of what idiots they have been nor how damaging and warped their worldview is. The best that can be said of these recovering Hopium addicts is that they know the Hopium is not something they wish to continue to consume. But there is a long way to go before full recovery and full understanding of the damage they have caused and the foolishness of their world-view.
In trying to name these various hope-related ailments, I found myself wondering what the late Studs Terkel would have said about our collective hopeover. He surely would have urged us not to give in to despair. I reached for one of his last books, Hope Dies Last. I didn’t have to read long. The book opens with the words: “Hope has never trickled down. It has always sprung up.”
And that pretty much says it all. Hope was a fine slogan when rooting for a long-shot presidential candidate. But as a posture toward the president of the most powerful nation on earth, it is dangerously deferential. [snip]
Which brings me to the final entry in the lexicon.
Hoperoots. Sample sentence: “It’s time to stop waiting for hope to be handed down, and start pushing it up, from the hoperoots.”
It takes time for the detox to take full effect. The “hoperoots” are just another drug. Klein and others who believed in Obama or pretended to believe in Obama, in order to implement their foolish agendas, have a long way to go before full recovery.
We’ll be around to continue the detox.
For Americans who wanted real and realistic change, the Dream was Hillary. Every day, even to the Hopium addicts and the Hopium exploiters, Obama proves he is the nightmare.