The Elephant In His Pants

David Broder comes right out and admits what we all suspected:

But for all the delicacy of the treatment, the very fact that the Times had sent a reporter out to interview 50 people about the state of the Clintons’ marriage and placed the story on the top of Page One was a clear signal — if any was needed — that the drama of the Clintons’ personal life would be a hot topic if she runs for president.

Yes it was, wasn’t it? The press is putting everyone on notice that they are going to keep their noses firmly buried in Hillary Clinton’s panty drawer for the next two years. As he gazes upon her “striking appearance in a lemon-yellow pantsuit” old Dave is so aroused he can’t concentrate on her serious energy speech. Hillary and Bill are more potent than Viagra to these nasty old geezers in the Washington Press corps

Oooh. What delicious, delicious fun it is for these shriveled old crones. Finally they can write about things they really enjoy instead of all this boooring corruption, war, terrorism and political failure. Damn it’s invigorating to be back in the saddle isn’t it Dave?!

I am actually kind of impressed with Broder’s candor here. He’s not mincing any words. He comes right out and admits that the press is laying down the gauntlet: if Hillary runs, the Washington Press Corps is going to treat her like a whore. A frigid whore, of course, but a whore nonetheless. No games, no pretense. They are primed and cocked for a full-on Clenis porn-fest. It’s clear they are desperate for it.

Broder is, of course, the man who famously said the Clintons came to town and trashed the place. And it’s some fine place it is. It’s social leaders have all the style of Pyongyang combined with the sophistication of Fresno. And like busybodies in all bourgeois backwaters, when the leading denizens decide that somebody’s a little bit too human, they viciously tear them apart for pure sport.

Broder concludes:

Three times in the question-and-answer session, she referred to her husband as “Bill,” praising him for seeing that his library in Little Rock incorporated a lot of energy-saving features.

Other than that, the elephant in the room went unmentioned.

But it got a rubdown didn’t it Dave, you sick creep.

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