While Bernie Sanders rose in an Iowa favorability poll to thirty percent, encroaching on Hillary Clinton's thirty-seven, a news announcement on her whereabouts entered my ears this past weekend.
     A fundraiser in the Hamptons at the home of entertainment lawyer Elliot Groffman, tunes provided by singer Dar Williams.  Hors d'oeuvres, according to Politico, provided by Chef Jason Weiner, brother of dick-pic-infamous Anthony, and brother-in-law of Clinton's aide, Huma Abedin.
     "...so far, [Anthony Weiner] has remained at arms-length from the [Clinton] campaign."  I assume his wife attended the fundraiser, but maybe he stayed away.  If so, he got to watch Donald Trump over the weekend call him a "sleazebag" and a "perv," while also slandering his wife, questioning her judgment in marrying such a person.  Trump claims defensively that he likes women, but he has no problem beating on their characters for his own sleazy purposes.
     "Clinton's Hamptons break from the campaign trail," continues Politico, "will double as a chance to raise money from New York's elite."
     It's been asked a great deal in the news media why Hillary Clinton's race to the White House seems more like an Edsel than a Mustang (my simile).  Is it just the e-mail scandal?  Fox News Channel picks it up, dissects it, puts it back in the fridge and dissects it again the next day, on and on, like they did with the Benghazi incident.  Clinton, for that side of modern entertainment-driven politics, is and always will be a bright target.  The absurd lengths Fox and other anti-Clinton news outlets will go to in the future, if she's elected president, will consume long enough portions of the news cycle to strengthen ratings and further degrade minds.
     Hillary Clinton's chief electability problem, in my view, consists of what could be symbolically called Weekending in the Hamptons Syndrome.  Spending inordinate time with and kissing the asses of rich people doesn't look good to many poor and middle class voters.  For me, Clinton's air, the physical way she holds her head, makes her seem remote, cold, and arrogant.  In an age when no one normally saw candidates up close, this visual wouldn't have mattered as much--although her being a woman would've mattered a great deal, negatively, even more than it still does to some stupid men, unfortunately.
     She's an example of an overexposed celebrity.  We've been aware of her, nationally and internationally, since 1992, a long fucking time.  Long-term celebrity isn't necessarily a bad thing.  Madonna's been in the public eye since 1983, but she's had the sense to drop out of sight now and then.  She remains vital and creative with an increasingly great singing voice, her latest album, Rebel Heart, as fine as anything she's done.
     Yes, I'm a Madonna fan.  I put her in this piece, I guess, because I needed to mention someone I like, in the midst of writing about someone I don't.
     I assume Clinton will advocate the continuation of the Affordable Care Act, and for that I will be grateful.  I assume she will continue America's significant part in the Global War on Terror, and will prove she is, like every other president, a novice at killing early on, but by the end of her first or last term, will be grim, gray-haired, and blasé, having overseen the mass deaths of civilians caught in freedom's crosshairs, and taught herself to believe, even behind her cold face, in "the greater good." 
     If, in November 2016, I'm faced with the main party choices of Clinton or Trump, I may put this in the write-in candidate space:

          Are you fucking kidding me?

                                                                                  Vic Neptune