Two Interminable Democrat Thespians - Granite Grok

Two Interminable Democrat Thespians

Just this past Wednesday Hillary said:

“All my grandparents, you know, came over here and you know my grandfather went to work in lace mill in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and worked there until he retired at 65. He started there when he was a teenager and just kept going,” Clinton said.

What’s the deal with Democrat’s desire to be something they’re not?  It’s like a freaking psychosis.  A person elevates something to such an extent of idolatry, that they then pretend to be that something.  It draws them in, urges the person to attach themselves to it somehow.  It might be for selfish sinister reasons like pretending to be a Mexican to take advantage of a scholarships or something, or for more innocuous, banal reasons just to charge their self esteem.  Regardless, it’s shameful and really, it’s embarrassing.

The cases I’m thinking of are two Democrat women pretending to be a member of a self-perceived preferred group.  The most egregious, and quite frankly hilarious example, is the blond “woman of color” waif Elizabeth “Oklahoma crab farmer” Warren claiming she is indeed Cherokee… at least 1/32 Cherokee.  Thereby fully embracing the Nazi like “if one drop of blood is Jew, the body is a Jew” outlook.

I’m not kidding about the crab bit either. I read story by Mark Steyn in his book The Undocumented Mark Steyn (support his fight for free speech, buy a copy here) and quote it a bit below.  He’s speaking of Elizabeth Warren:

…back in 1984 she submitted some of her favorite dishes to the Pow Wow Chow cookbook, a “compilation of recipes passed down through the Five Tribes families.”

The recipes sent in by “Elizabeth Warren— Cherokee” include a crab dish with tomato mayonnaise. Mrs. Warren’s fictional Cherokee ancestors in Oklahoma were renowned for their ability to spear the fast-moving Oklahoma crab. It’s in the state song:

Ooooooklahoma!
Where the crabs come sweepin’ down
 the plain. . . .

But then the white man came and now the Oklahoma crab is extinct, and at the Cherokee clambakes they have to make do with Mrs. Warren’s traditional Five Tribes recipe for Cherokee Lime Pie.

Sure that’s amusing, and Mark’s having fun with it.  But it’s also freaking creepy in a schizoid, psycho kind of way.  I mean ask yourself, what does it take, what jolts a person to such an extent that they jettison their own authentic identity, history, and persona so that they may adorn themselves with made up characteristics of someone else? And do so to such an extent that they get entirely lost in it?  It’s like a method actor getting interminably lost in her character.  It’s freakish… and a bit scary.

What’s more, what does it say about how that person views you?  She thinks you’re an idiot. She believes she can con you and convince you because you’re a moron not worth an ounce of respect who’ll buy her schtick.  And lefty, liberal self-loathing white fools do buy it because they want to buy it. They want to believe it.

It’s sad and pathetic really. Especially when you think of her age.  Sure kids and teens do that to some extent, putting on airs so to speak.  But most grow out of it.  She didn’t.

And she’s not alone.  She’s not the only older (elderly?) Democrat woman caught in the thralls of preferred group worship to the extent she dons the thespian shawl and never removes the pretending cloak.

This post started with a quote from Hillary.  Hillary just-off-the-boat Clinton can’t help herself either.  She also drapes herself in fictional trappings with, I believe, the more sinister motivation of endearing her to  minorities and immigrants (I.e., potential voters).  A blatant sop.  Her grandparents are immigrants don’t cha know. So she can identify with your plights. You should vote for her.
Well remember, just this past Wednesday Hillary said:

“All my grandparents, you know, came over here and you know my grandfather went to work in lace mill in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and worked there until he retired at 65. He started there when he was a teenager and just kept going,” Clinton said.

Clinton has told the story of grandmother immigrating as a young girl before.

Of course, the problem is that it’s not true.  Of course it’s not.  Why would it be, she’s a Clinton. They lie all the time.  Only her grandfather on one side was an immigrant, the others were all born in Pennsylvania or Illinois.  But that’s not attractive, doesn’t fit the part, doesn’t play well.  So embellish a bit, nah…screw it, just lie about it.

And the left and Democrats shrug it off. So what if she’s a prevaricating sociopath with no history of accomplishment.  They like her gender and she has a D beside her name so that’s all that really matters.

Freaking loons.

I had the idea for this post yesterday and planned on writing it this morning.  I had what I wanted to say kind of plotted out in my head.  But of course, when the subject is the mendacity hued Hillary, there’s always more.

Turns out she’s still slinging sop after sop pretending to be middle class by flying coach.  It’s said that the woman is worth in excess of $100 mill.  For crying out loud Hillary,  own it.  Stop pretending.  If you can’t accept who you are and be proud of it, why should we?

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