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Artist's Statement
As of this writing (Monday May 19th),
it seems inevitable that Hillary Clinton will have
to drop out of the race and Barack Obama will be the
Democratic nominee for the Presidency... but one hesitates
to use words like "inevitable" or “foregone
conclusion” in politics—especially when
a Clinton is involved. Last week my colleague Sarah
Glidden was making noises of relief that at last it
was over, Obama had clinched the nomination, Hillary
was surely doomed. Tom Hart cautioned her against being
lulled into believing that Hilary Clinton was done
for. “She’s like the Terminator,” he
said. “Every time you think she’s dead,
that red eye begins to glow again, or just the mechanical
arm comes crawling after you.” I just plain stole
this analogy for this week’s cartoon.
Sad that it has finally come to this:
Hillary joins my gallery of monsters, along with the
putrescent but unstoppable zombie Joe Lieberman. I
have an especially purulent contempt for those Democrats
who went cravenly along with the bellicose frenzy back
in ’03, as opposed to the more formal “Morning,
Sam/ Morning, Ralph” enmity I feel toward Republicans,
who are, by their own cheerful admission, out-and-out
villains. My feeling toward Republicans is like my
feeling about sharks: of course they’re stupid
and vicious. It’s just their nature to be mindless,
ravening killing machines. It's nothing personal. They
don’t know any better. Pretty much the only thing
you can do about them is shoot them through their rudimentary
brains with a spear gun. But pro-war democrats seem
more like cannibals, something unnaturally vile, traitors
to the species. In this the radical Muslims and I agree:
the most unforgivable sin is apostasy.
I used to feel a sort of vague, reflexive
defensiveness on Hillary Clinton’s behalf in
reaction to all the rabid misogynistic loathing that’s
been spat at her from the wife-beating contingent of
the right. But she lost my sympathies when she voted
for the war in Iraq. Always with the Clintons there
has been this sense that, well, yes, this time they
had to tack to the center or defer to the conservatives
for reasons of political expediency, but this was only
so they could get into a position where they can finally
enact their real agenda, and show themselves
for the progressive reformers they truly are underneath
everything. Except we waited eight years for this moment
to come, and it never quite arrived. Always it was
just one more compromise away: “Don’t ask,
don’t tell,” NAFTA, wefare reform... But
the war vote was one of those moments of truth when
the bullshit is supposed to stop, when you cash in
all those compromise chips you’ve spent a career
accumulating and stand up for what you really believe.
It was, after all, a matter of life and death.
But once again Hillary cast her vote
for what clearly seem like the most calculated, cynical,
and heartless of reasons. She knew she’d be campaigning
for the White House in ’08, and she feared that
a vote against a popular war would be used against
her in the election. (The only alternative explanation
is that she actually believed what the Bush administration’s
reasons for invading, in which case she should be denied
the Presidency for her gullibility.) There is a harsh
justice in the fact that it is this same vote that’s
hobbled her run. If, by the time you read this on Wednesday
morning, Obama has won a majority of pledged delegates
and Hillary has finally accepted defeat, let us bear
in mind it was entirely her own fault. It may be true
that sexism was a factor in this campaign—I myself
voiced my suspicion months ago that America still hated
women more than it hated black men—but, in the
end, Hillary Clinton lost because she deserved to.
And yet somehow I doubt this is what
will happen. It seems all too easy, like that brief
false calm after you’ve shot the maniac through
the chest and turn your back on him to catch your breath,
leaving the cleaver/axe/chainsaw lying conveniently
close to his body. I have a hard time envisioning Hillary
Clinton delivering a gracious concession speech for
the sake of the party or out of respect for the electoral
process. I can’t think of any examples of either
she or Bill forfeiting their own ambitions for the
good of the country or a cause. I find it much easier
to imagine her taking the fight all the way to the
convention, doggedly insisting on getting those votes
in Florida and Michigan counted, coaxing, bribing,
intimidating and blackmailing each last available delegate,
thrusting us all into yet another weird, unprecedented
limbo like the 2000 election. I think we can trust
her to make the most chaotic and undignified possible
public spectacle of it before, with a Nixonian glower,
she finally quits the national stage.
*Although, as Sir Gibbon is allways reminding
me, things could be worse. The 2000 debacle was nothing
to compare to the time they auctioned off the emperorship
of Rome, or the time the army, which had always been
content to stage coups before, unexpectedly asked the
Senate to choose an Emperor, and the Senate said, oh,
no, you always do such a good job, go right ahead and
the army was like, no no, really, we insist, and
for eight months the empire drifted along in what Gibbon
calls a "benign anarchy," during which nobody
was emperor.
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