Jack & Jill Politics

Yeah….she didn’t even ask any pertinent questions. It was funny when Barack asked Elizabeth the imagine someone taking the 5 dumbest things she’d ever said in her whole life and played them on an endless loop….(paraphrasing)..ha!

I’ve never really been fond of Whoopi. It’s a case where someone who’s managed to attain success and we think they have some special access to wisdom. Her open admiration for all things “non-black”, I find odd because of it’s intensity. I don’t think she’s wise or a role model which is borne out by her dogged support of Clinton. Actually, my gut tells me she has extremely low self-esteem. She almost always looks sloppy and untidy, won’t wear a goddamned bra…undermines Sherri Sheppard on the show…..most of the time she just pisses me off.

Now we all know Whoopi Goldberg hasn’t had a black thought in years, and, certainly would never entertain one about a black man on any level, so her showing disdain bordering on hatred of Obama is Whoopi just being Whoopi! She is actually pretty sad on so many levels when you think about it, maybeshe should just change her name to Miss Celie.

Do you find it odd that Hillary failed the bar in Washington but passed in Arkansas…where Bill was? I wonder if she failed on purpose..a subconscious desire, need to be near Bill because she feels she’s nothing without him. There’s a strange expression that crosses her face just prior to a speech..a microexpression, fleeting…if I was guessing I’d say she’s in one of her fantasies, imagining she’s a great leader about to give an address before her adoring subjects.

@Truthseeker, it’s not hard to undermine Sherri Sheppard.

As for Whoopi having low self-esteem — yes, she does. Blue contacts is not ‘just a fashion statement’ in the black community.

I wish someone would do an analysis of why she was the one to insist that Ted Danson do that blackface routine. Maybe Ted really did love her, maybe not; what game was Whoopi playing with him?

I heard about her facial expressions. One freeper came to her defense (?!) by claiming she probably had a gas attack (?!!). Yeah. Aren’t all black women gassy? especially when shaking one’s head ‘no’ to someone telling a man he’s handsome? But anyway, I don’t think Whoopi likes black men. Black men have certainly never shown love to Whoopi, though. So I guess it evens out.

Whoopi will probably fall in love fiercely with Obama once she’s around him more, in a matter of speaking. I just get that feeling from her, that she’s on a serious ‘you have to prove yourself to me’ kick. Ditto for Anderson Cooper. Her (their) prior experiences and fears (of rejection? of bullshit artists past? of what?) are coming out. But I don’t know.

@ nita

I strongly feel there is this projection taking place in the relationship between Hillary and the public – especially the female public. She is thought of as the typical feminist-minded woman. Of course she has self esteem and an innate independence….but is that really true? Are we projecting rather than seeing what is? Is “what is” so chilling and unacceptable that we refuse to believe it when it makes itself apparent?

What I see is an extremely emotionally fragile woman. This woman is propped up by fantasy and the power structure that surrounds her(Bill). She has created an internal fantasy world based on that framework of political power. The illusion is so seamless that only occasionally does a glimpse of madness seep through. The framework is also supported by our projected beliefs. We see her furiously defend a philandering husband and we dismiss it. We see her harass the women who accuse her husband and we dismiss that. We see her remove documents, stonewall and outright lie and we make excuses. Hillary followed Bill because she couldn’t emotionally survive without him, he is her ticket to survival and power. She blurs the boundaries between herself and Bill because she doesn’t believe she can attain success without him. The public illusion is a woman in control, but I see that she talks too much. I see the anxiety, the disheveled hair, the crumpled suit…the wild panic in the eyes. The fleeting look of distress as her eyes search the audience looking for anchor. I see the muscles on the side of her mouth constantly flexed. I see the slight rocking back and forth when asked a tough question in interview and debate. I see the expression of rage and hate a split second long, that if you blink you’d miss it. I hear the laughter at inappropriate moments that my brain says doesn’t compute. I hear the little catch in her voice as she says “well..” just before she’s about to lie. I sense the web of madness.

We put the madwoman behind the wheel because she wears a power suit, and only as the car careens over the cliff does it dawn on us that we’ve made a mistake and it’s too late..