Jewish World Review Feb. 15, 2000/ 9 Adar I, 5760
Marianne M. Jennings
http://www.jewishworldreview.com -- IF ONE MORE sixties activist with warrants for maiming, arson or bombing turns up in the suburbs with a stock brokerage account and a Weed Eater, I shall demand fingerprinting at all Macaroni Grills and strip searches for Country Joe & the Fish CDs in all Lexus SUVs.
In the tony suburb of Scottsdale, Arizona where all the children attend above-average-tuition private schools, one Gary Tredway, a candidate for city council and founder of the Clean Elections Institute, confessed that he is Howard Mechanic, a former Washington University student who used a sling shot to lob firecrackers at firefighters who were dousing the ROTC building set ablaze by Howard's comrades. In 1970, he was sentenced to five years for arson but, pending appeal, fled, stiffing two of his professors for his $10,000 bond.
Last year Sara Jane Olson, a.k.a. Kathleen Soliah, suburban physician's wife, mother of three, and fine cook, was arrested during the morning car pool for her 1972 role in planting pipe bombs under police cars in Los Angeles.
Not to be overlooked in the round-up of America's Most Wanted from upper crust suburbs was Mrs. Hillary Rodham Yankee Clinton's emergence last week near Chappaqua to announce her candidacy for Senate. Al Sharpton's gal pal, surely trained for the speech in TV Land for she was using Mr. Ed's diction and Mitch Miller's bouncing ball on the Teleprompter words , her head bobbed in rhythm to Let Me Call You Sweetheart.
A Bloodworth-Thomason video, painful even for ecofeminists to watch, assured that Hillary (her new moniker) is every bit the suburban wife for she makes a "mean tossed salad." Tossed salad for suburban children? Children don't eat food that has only a washing between Mother Earth and them. Food processing whets their appetites. Try Kraft macaroni and cheese with sliced weenies for suburb bragging rights.
Like Olson and Mechanic, Mrs. Clinton is a fugitive from the law. Through stonewalling, vilification and general verbal sling-shotting on the Today show with respect to Whitewater, Travelgate, Filegate, and Commodities Tradingate, Mrs. Clinton has escaped prosecution for what has netted many an S & L lawyer, accountant and banker five years plus restitution.
These three former hippies have hoodwinked supporters, evolved as the times demand, and done quite well. Sixties activists garner support among the comfortable. Howard and Kathleen's upper middle class friends plead for pardons and New Yorkers aim to send Hillary to the Senate.
Mrs. Clinton, new mortgagor, now feigns sympathy for high taxes and claims centrist territory. This from the same woman who proposed nationalized health care and rebuffed a businessman's concerns about its impact on small business with this warmth, "I can't go out and save every undercapitalized entrepreneur in America."
Mrs. Clinton is like all good sixties radicals; they got lost somewhere between high school student council and their fifties. They live a lie even as they milk the system they denounced and tried to destroy. Mrs. Clinton has purchased a $1.7 million home and $325 J.P. Tod loafers. But her undergraduate thesis was not sealed by Wellesley in an unprecedented move during the 1992 presidential campaign because it touted capitalism.
These unprincipled flower children never left their arrogant recklessness for accountable adulthood. Perpetually frozen in the whims and fancies of youth, they toilet paper the landscape. But pipe bombs, firecrackers, and, in Mrs. Clinton's case, securities fraud and S & L shenanigans do sting. Civil disobedience demands both conviction and accountability. These sixties children protested a war as conscientious objectors then scooted to Canada or the National Guard. They don't bear consequences, they change costumes and hide.
Mrs. Clinton hasn't found a hairdo yet, let alone convictions. In 1964, she was a Goldwater girl and by 1968 she was a disciple of Saul Alinsky. In 1973, she wanted Nixon impeached regardless of provable crimes. In 1998, her husband's provable crimes were irrelevant for impeachment. In 1992, she ridiculed those who stayed home and baked cookies but in a Feb. 6, 2000 New York Times interview she highlighted clementines discussions with her grocer.
In 1996, she wanted to adopt a child, but in 1999 formed a Senate campaign.
In 1998, her husband was a victim of a "vast right wing conspiracy," but by 1999 he was a victim of two strong broads living in the same household and a' fussin' over him.
When Rudy Giuliani claimed the religion vote, she faxed around her 1996 keynote address to the national gathering of Methodists. That same fax did not mention that Eve Ensler (the founder of V-Day (Vagina Day (Feb 14)) and author of the off-Broadway smash hit, The Vagina Monologues, a play that includes a 13-year- old describing her sexual initiation by an older woman) is a member of Mrs. Clinton's Senate exploratory committee or that Mrs. Clinton will write the forward for Ensler's new book. She joined the liberal throngs blaming talk radio for violence but accepted $1,000 from Sean "Puffy" Combs.
Who knows what evil lurks in the backgrounds of these activist suburbanites and their salads? Annette Bening describes Mrs. Clinton this way, "She always appears to be doing what's politically expedient in the most transparent way . . . there's prevaricating, there's lying. You just don't trust them." Nor Howard and Sara Jane.
The chameleon adolescents with
lies and advice aplenty for the rest of us who live by the
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