WASHINGTON, July 19, 2015 – Hillary Clinton likes to use her history, real and invented, to sway voter sympathy. Hopefully Iowans memories can retain that less than 90-days ago Clinton was speaking at a business roundtable realting her personal family heritage to the struggles of undocumented immigrants trying to work in the United States.
“I think if we were to just go around this room, there are a lot of immigrant stories,” Clinton said, according to a video of the event. “All my grandparents, you know, came over here, and you know my grandfather went to work in a lace mill in Scranton, Pa., and worked there until he retired at 65. He started there when he was a teenager and just kept going. So I sit here and I think well you’re talking about the second, third generation. That’s me, that’s you.”
Andrew Kaczynski of BuzzFeed accessed quickly available records from Ancestry.com and noted that Clinton was not being quite truthful.
The campaigns spin on that bit of chicanery was fast, and gullible liberal media and videos simultaneously ducked their heads up and down with murmurs of “of course, we need to understand what she meant, not what she said.”
“Her grandparents always spoke about the immigrant experience and, as a result she has always thought of them as immigrants,” a Clinton spokesman told BuzzFeed News. “As has been correctly pointed out, while her grandfather was an immigrant, it appears that Hillary’s grandmother was born shortly after her parents and siblings arrived in the U.S. in the early 1880s.”
More recently Hillary is pulling her mother, Dorothy Rodham, as a feature of her 2016 campaign’s message for Women’s Rights and protections against domineering men relating how her life, as a young girls, was just short of abusive due to her father, Hugh Rodham. Of course, the man is dead so he cannot defend himself.
“As a little girl, if Hillary Rodham forgot to screw the cap back on the toothpaste, her father would toss the tube out the bathroom window. She’d scurry around in the snow-covered evergreen bushes outside their suburban Chicago home to find it and return inside to brush her teeth, reminded, once again, of one of Hugh E. Rodham’s many rules.
When she lagged behind in Miss Metzger’s fourth-grade math class, Mr. Rodham would wake his daughter at dawn to grill her on multiplication tables. When she brought home an A, he would sneer: “You must go to a pretty easy school.” (NYTimes.com)”
Sins of the Father
I’m sorry, Mrs. Clinton, but your father was a jerk;
the kind who thought of sadism as just another perk.
Don’t take it hard when I insist he wasn’t worth a damn;
many of us had the same harsh circumstances, ma’am.
Sometimes it’s DESPITE our folks that we succeed at all,
and escape heredity without a nasty brawl.