Playing the Gender Card

Another day, another dull, dumb act of desperation from the Hillary Clinton campaign.

Old People Say the Darnedest Things: Hillary Clinton, Madeline Albright, and Cory Booker yuck it up.

This time, it centers on the presumptuous presumptive nominee pushing Clinton Administration Secretary of State Madeline Albright in front of a microphone and a crowd of 200 or so (and the obligatory television cameras) to play the gender card on Mrs. Clinton’s behalf, so that Hill could act surprised and delighted that she didn’t have to play it for herself.

She must think it looks more presidential that way. I think it looks more pathetic, and here’s why:

If the only thing separating Hillary Clinton’s always egocentric — and, now, gendercentric — campaign from Bernie Sanders’ authentic grassroots movement was her status as a woman, I’d switch sides in a heartbeat.

The fact that I haven’t done that — or believe I ever will — speaks to my hard-earned distaste for Hillary Clinton as a deeply-flawed, superficial, slash-and-burn pol of the old school and a bought-and-paid-for tool of Wall Street and corporate special interests. But it’s certainly not her gender.

In fact, if Hillary Clinton weren’t a woman, I’d express my contempt for her in far plainer terms than I have thus far, rather than having to confess that I find her status as a woman to be the least objectionable thing about her.

In fact, I’d use the same words that I’d use to describe a male candidate of equal egotism, artifice, and power-lust — Donald Trump, for example, or Ted Cruz:

I can’t stand _______ because he’s a fucking asshole.

That’s why I’ll end on a high note by simply saying this about Mrs. Clinton: What do I think of her as a presidential candidate? Not much.

But I thank God for Bernie Sanders.