
It’s Hilary’s 60th birthday today. Bill wants you to sign the card with your birthday wish for her. His wish is that she would be able, as President, to help every child live up to his God-given potential. Isn’t that sweet?
Now, if I were to take the time to write my wish in her card, what would it be? Hmmm. That she could experience the kind of universal health care she advocates — in Cuba, for example? No, that’s not very nice. Uhmm, maybe that she could experience the kind of socialism she craves over in Europe somewhere? Nah, she might end up being part of their high unemployment statistic. OK, how about that she would have a grandchild to help live up to his God-given potential and keep her clammy hands off my children? No, I couldn’t wish her as a grandmother on anyone.
I wish that she would become a Christian, but she probably thinks she already is. Well, I can’t think of anything to write in her card. Happy birthday, Ms. Clinton. Please don’t celebrate your 62nd in the White House!