When it comes to Hillary Clinton, apparently absence makes the heart grow curiouser and curiouser and the brain softer and softer. The media’s blonde obsession with her, that generated Politico’s “shadow campaign” and “hit list” over the first two weeks of the year and Time Magazine’s dominatrix image in a recent cover story, progresses unmitigated by Hillary’s lack of presence anywhere. Behind curtains and closed doors, she continues attracting media attention.
I predicted here almost two weeks ago that we were likely, in 2014, to see a plethora of these toxic mushrooms springing up on a regular basis – weekly seemed reasonable.
When the temperatures are just right overnight, you can wake up one morning after a dense dew or rain and see a plethora of mushrooms, some quite healthy and large, where the day before there were none. If the first two weeks of 2014 are any indication, we are likely to see a literary metaphor of this phenomenon around Hillary Clinton.
What the meme will be next week or the week after is anyone’s guess save those who are planning it right now, but it appears that for the better part of 2014 there will be rains and ensuing mushrooms that feed on the moisture because there are some who cannot be satisfied with watching Hillary doing her splendid work in the here and now and seek somehow to part the cloak of invisibility she has drawn around her plans for the future.
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This week it is the New York Times Magazine ringing in with Amy Chozick’s self-congratulatory marathon event of meals, snacks, and drinks with various individuals associated with the Clintons and cleared to speak with her by Philippe Reines, one of the few who is named and actually pops his head into one of the many graphics of the labeled orbits revolving around Hillary. The cover for the feature article, creepy and insulting, is a photoshopped, disembodied Hillary face floating among galactic clouds in a Kubrickesque way implying that removing her iconic hairstyle of the moment obliterates her power in a Samson-like way. It does nothing, however, to allay the media’s blonde obsession with Hillary although one thing might.
The article itself is a long trek from one restaurant to another which will bore Hillary supporters who know all the characters and the parts they have played. There is one sole newsworthy item, and that is the names of Philippe Reines’s cats. To save you the effort of locating that single tidbit, they are Ousay and Qusay, named after Saddam Hussein’s sons because, Philippe relates, they are brothers and as kittens they were terrorists. Cat parents like me can applaud the truth and his creativity in cat-naming (no small challenge). Other than that, no news – as predicted - because Hillary is not making any, and they do want their sales, subscriptions, and traffic nevertheless.
The only thing that is new is the level of bizarre, tabloid weirdness of that cover which I will not show on this page. Perhaps we will not continue to see these toxic mushrooms springing up regularly after all. In their attempt to justify the HR decision of assigning one reporter to cover the beat of one private citizen running for nothing but grandmother right now, the New York Times has jumped the shark to the possible detriment of future attempts at big media Hillary stories about nothing and the chagrin of the reporters assigned to that beat. Nothing more to see there, folks.
(Once again, not linking to any of this. Either you have already seen it or you will have to search for yourself. Not giving them the traffic.)