Could there be a worse candidate for the presidency than Hillary Clinton?
Hard to think of one.
So why do half the voters of America want to elect a superannuated brain-sick woman whom they know to be deeply dishonest and hideously corrupt; who is incapable of telling the truth; who has committed outrageous crimes that would put anyone else in jail for years; who is so clueless and incompetent she doesn’t even know or care that state secrets should be kept secret; who has done great harm to millions of people and not a single good thing for her own country; who has no new ideas, only decades-old recycled platitudes to offer as her thought?
This “why” cannot be answered with any reason. The only answer is: they’ll vote for her because she is the candidate of the Left, and Leftism is a religion. A religion requires no reason. Reason would destroy it.
This foul decrepit crook of a woman is idolized with the passionate fervor of the religious.
Twas ever thus.
An example from the past is recalled today at Townhall by Humberto Fontova.
Having given facts about Fidel Castro’s cruel persecutions and mass murders, he shows (with quotations from his own book, which he self-reviews with justified praise) how that weighed not an ounce with his fans in New York: highly successful capitalists and celebrities who had been rewarded with wealth and honors by the free country in which they lived – but who simply adored Communism and that particularly disgusting representative of it.
[When] Fidel Castro visited New York in 1996 the elite establishment hailed him as a rock star! Lest you think I’m engaging in nonsense or hyperbole, I’m actually quoting from page 12 of the meticulously-documented and internationally-acclaimed book Fidel; Hollywood’s Favorite Tyrant.
“The Toast of Manhattan!” crowed Time magazine about Castro’s reception by Manhattan’s beautiful people that week. “The Hottest Ticket in Manhattan!” also read a Newsweek story that week, referring to the social swirl that engulfed Castro. The book continues:
After Castro’s whooping, hollering, foot-stomping ovation in the UN’s General Assembly, he was feted by the New York’s best and brightest, hob-nobbing with dozens of Manhattan’s glitterati, pundits and power brokers! … First, there was dinner at the Council of Foreign Relations. After holding court there for a rapt David Rockefeller along with Robert McNamara, Dwayne Andreas and Random House’s Harold Evans, Castro flashed over to Mort Zuckerman’s 5th Avenue pad, where a throng of Beltway glitterati, including a breathless Mike Wallace, Peter Jennings, Tina Brown, Bernard Shaw and Barbara Walters all jostled for brief tryst, cooing and gurgling to Castro’s every comment. All clamored for autographs and photo-ops. Diane Sawyer was so overcome in the mass-killer’s presence that she rushed up, broke into that toothy smile of hers, wrapped her arms around Castro and smooched him warmly on the cheek. “You people are the cream of the crop!” beamed the terror-sponsoring mass-murderer to the smiling throng that surrounded him. “Hear-hear!” chirped the delighted guests while tinkling their wine glasses in appreciation and glee. Not to be outdone, the Wall Street Journal held a luncheon in honor of the Stalinist who burglarized every U.S. businessman in Cuba, tortured and murdered the few who resisted, abolished private property – and craved to nuke the city hosting their headquarters.
And Fidel Castro “had barely scratched the surface of his New York fan club”, according to this invaluable and thoroughly-documented book. According to the U.S.-Cuba Trade and Economic Council, on that visit, “Castro received 250 dinner invitations from Manhattan celebrities and power-brokers”.
Today’s Wall Street billionaires, Hollywood stars, media moguls and Silicon Valley tycoons worship Hillary Clinton as fervently as those fanatics worshiped Castro. Why would they not? They are their co-religionists.