Hillary, We Loves Ya Girl
Hill, our Hill… don’t fail us now. You’re our only hope. Well, you and Michelle. You’re our cool girls, our ladies who rep. So, Hillary, know this: We don’t take you lightly. When you go fainting, falling and concussing yourself into a blood clotted medical emergency — it alerts us in a terrible way. We want you to be our heroine. We need you to stay strong. But then again, that’s what you do naturally.
Anxiety about Hillary Clinton’s health has had something of a reprieve with the news that her doctors expect a full recovery from a sinister-sounding blood clot near her brain.
Even so, the brief dread that it could be something worse sent panicky messages ricocheting throughout her enormous network of friends and admirers. Haunting memories returned of how her ambassador, Richard Holbrooke, fatally exhausted by grueling Af-Pak missions that his friends begged him to curtail, collapsed in her office two years ago and died days later from a ruptured aorta.
The idea of losing Hillary has seemed especially unbearable at this political moment. It’s as if she has become, literally, the ship of state. She stands for maturity, tenacity, and self-discipline at a time when everyone else in Washington seems to be, in more senses than one, going off a cliff—a parade of bickering, blustering, small-balled hacks bollixing up the nation’s business. She’s a caring executive too, and that takes its own emotional toll. What a disgrace that John Bolton and his goaty Republican ilk accused Her Magnificence of inventing a concussion to get out of testifying at the Benghazi hearings. Bolton is not fit to wipe her floor with his mustache.
We love our Hillary. To read Brown’s article in full, please find it here: Hillary Angst
Feel better soon, woman!