One reads with moral disbelief
this evening, that Mrs Clinton
advised Americans today that
Nancy and Ronald Reagan "start-
ed a national conversation" on
HIV/AIDS during his Presidency.
Her remarks were broadcast by
MSNBC in a brief interview ear-
lier today. That's strange; we
didn't see Barack Obama on the
steps of the Lincoln Memorial,
praising Antonin Scalia for
raising awareness of Al Gore.
Today is not an occasion for ig-
noring the maxim, Nil nisi bo-
num. But it is an occasion, and
this is the only reason she took
it, and the only reason it was
offered to her, for evaluating
the candidacy of Mrs Clinton for
any office in this nation.
The extreme falseness of her com-
ment on this history is not a mat-
ter upon which "reasonable minds
may differ." Its boundless insult
to the mentality of her genera-
tion's survival of that era is
not the first; it makes sense
only as the predicate for rein-
scriptions of her White House
years. Yet, this is routine.
What matters is her compulsion
to falsify. It flourishes under
chronic temptation, spontaneous-
ly to redefine ethics in any way
expedient to striking an excul-
pating or self-aggrandizing pose.
Yes, she's been shot at on that
tarmac in Croatia more than once.
Of all the social climbing qual-
ities this candidacy embodies,
its grotesque groveling for in-
timacy with power or danger has
to be weighed, against how many
times we have seen it before.
How does this differ from what
Tacitus saw: Plunder, slaughter,
dispossession: these they mis-
name government; they create a
wilderness and call it peace.
What could be more charming,
than false compliments from
the late-coming Mrs Clinton,
on that effortless toleration
of global suffering, propagated
by the silence she admires for
raising awarenesses? She basks
in praising death, to call it,
If ye love me
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