Virgie Bell's View: Tarnished Silver

The candidate for president of the Democratic Party is in the guise of a female. But she is and always will be cast in the shadow of Bill Clinton. She is the ms to his MR. I became fascinated by politics back when I lived on a farm in Amherst. It really wasn't an actual choice. No, it was the only choice. With two channels and a little table top black and white TV, and the duties of two babies to tend to and all the things that went into being a homemaker in those days, when the woman set down she always had a set-down job to do such as handwork on De'on's Easter dress or shelling peas from the garden in order to get the canning done. It made for a harmony within.

The TV didn't have but two channels to watch anyway. I enjoyed the conventions of both parties and enjoyed the speeches and the excitement that they furnished. My life lacked excitement. I am what you would describe as an introvert. I don't know what Lisa is. What to call her is busy, really busy. She also is the wife and mother of a demanding little family which makes her very happy. Oh she has an outside of the home job. She loves animals and she works with a good friend grooming dogs. That is her easy job and she loves that one too. She is also on the go running back and forth to the store for groceries, to take Kayla to dancing lessons, pay the bills. You name it, she does it. She does it very well. We usually do anything well if we enjoy it.

Gary and De'on are like their Mother. They love being at home. They find themselves constantly busy just listening to the harmony they find within themselves. Being a husband suits Gary, as being a wife seems to fit De'on just fine. None of us are really television fans. I turn on the channel to get FOX. I have had the news as the background music in my life as long as I can remember. When Ted Turner came up with the 24 hour news idea, I was hooked. You can walk around from one room to another or go outside and water the plants and move the sprinkler. It doesn't matter what you do, because you won't miss a thing.

My children are pretty savvy when it comes to the world stage. How could they be anything else with me as their mother? I watched with my mother when the Democratic Convention was on. It was the first time I ever laid eyes on Bill Clinton. Mother had her pad and pencil ready to count how many votes each state would cast for their favorite son. This was serious business to her. Well, the Come Back Kid was just out of the starting gate, and boy was his speech a long windy one. We listened to Ann Richardson with her speech about "Poor old George, he couldn't help it. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth." I remember her speech to this day and even though Bill Clinton just went on and on I can't remember a thing he said. Ann Richardson is dead now and Bill Clinton is still just going on and on.

Hillary is losing her voice it seems. The only way you get over that type of thing is to rest your voice for a few days. No sweat. You could put flip flops on Bill and give him a drum and he could not be happier. He has neither grace nor manners. He was not raised up in that sort of environment. His mom was a nurse and she loved to gamble. When she cast the vote for Arkansas it was not only for the states, but for her real son. Bill Clinton has been a part of my life for so long that it is hard to remember when he was not. Yesterday it was like deja vu all over again. Now here is a man that is supposed to be smart. A Rhodes Scholar or something. If you had the desire to attend college and were not loaded down with money, you earned a scholarship and chose what you were good at in order to be able to achieve this higher education. Both of my uncles played football at Texas Tech in order to attend. They also made it into World War 2 in order to help us remain a country.

The War was not of our choosing, but our men signed on in droves. The sleeping giant had been rudely awakened. FDR was one, if not the greatest president this nation has ever been blessed with. I adored him. I still do. When I take my last breath I will no longer adore him, but until then I will. Hero worship such as this is not easily overcome. Nor should it be. Franklin Delano Roosevelt was certainly born with a silver spoon in his mouth. I remember his fireside chats on the radio in my home. We all listened. My Dad could never quit telling us that he was a man with an iron fist in a velvet glove. My dad was explaining to us the concept of charm and grace. The concept of a man's man and a hero to the women, Roosevelt was this to me. I remember the day he died as if it was last week. A whole nation mourned. Los Angeles just set right down and cried. It was just a month or so before World War 2 was over. He was serving his 3rd term as President and the only one in our nation’s history to do so. We were a nation at war. We were fighting for our life and for one time America came together and left the politics aside. It was that thing about win or lose; choose one. That is the best definition there really is for a war. Win or lose. Choose one. Turns out FDR had a lady. He was in a wheelchair and was paralyzed from the waist down. I learned early in life about this kind of love. When you are an iron fist in a velvet glove you can be in a wheelchair and paralyzed, doesn't matter, you are still a man's man. My mom loved him and so did I.

A man’s man has always impressed the heck out of me. Now Bill Clinton is going for the third term. Don't let them fool you. It will be by a default matter no matter what anyone says. I found that has been their plans since I first heard him speak while I sat with my mother, she with her pencil and pad. She knew exactly when the required amount of votes had been reached. I cannot tell you even one thing Slick Willy said that night. I remember what Ms. Richardson said. Finally my mother looked up at the TV and said, "Well will you shut up and set down?”

We were supposed to have had a plus as far as the budget was concerned. The economy was great they say. Well I remember that was just a short span when we were not involved in a war. We had a war on terror to fight. We just refused to participate. The Twin Towers were bombed first on Bill's watch. The USS Cole was attacked. You have got to understand that Bill and Hillary are peace nics. They are hard, ambitious, and mean as a junkyard dogs. They are not tough, they are just sneaky. They would not know grace and charm if it bit them. Hillary was born with a silver plated spoon in her mouth. He did good to have a spoon. They had one ambition in life and that was to make sure they had a silver spoon for the rest of their lives. I cannot imagine a marriage that has this kind of glue. The absolute lust for power. We are being railroaded and I am not kidding. It was not until the Mark Rich pardon that my eyes were opened. Before then, a democrat had my vote no matter.

It is not hard to have a surplus in the budget if that is all that you know how to do. If you refuse to be pulled into combat no matter what happens, if you will ignore the first attack on the towers, the killing of the Marines in Bali, and the attack on the USS Cole. Just set right there and balance that budget. Make those deals and keep on with the plans.

I would have to betray every principal I ever had in my entire life in order to forgive Bill Clinton for the Mark Rich pardon. I would have to betray FDR, myself and my country. The bottom line of all of this is something I am getting to right now. Bill Clinton is not a man's man and certainly not a “Greek God” though she is reminded of one by her husband. Never in my wildest and most vivid imagination would I have come up with that. Bill Clinton has no iron fist. He has a silver tongue; therefore he has no need of a velvet glove. He is not a man's man. He is a ladie(S) man, and he's good at it.

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