Yesterday I posed a question about New York's Junior Senator. Now that New York Governor Eliot Spitzer---who had wanted to give driver's licenses to illegal immigrants despite overwhelming public opposition to it----withdrew his plan, Senator Clinton was left twisting in the wind. She fumbled the issue badly over the past two weeks, unable to give a clear position. When Spitzer backed away from it, what was the girl to do?
Turns out the girl created a particular set of fortuitous circumstances. The Clinton Ladies Intervention Team got her out of this particular box by leaning---Tony Soprano-like---on Spitzer. They twisted his arm until he cried "uncle." They told him he had exactly 24 hours to disavow his OWN policy, or....well, he wouldn't want to know what was going to happen to him.
Conveniently, today---the day before the Democratic debate----suddenly Spitzer has a change of heart about driver's licenses, paving the way for the Junior Senator to proclaim that now she herself is against the licenses. What a lucky break for the Gal from Chappaqua!
Spitzer did as he was told. All of this would have been very convincing except for the bruises on Spitzer's forehead, which appear to have been applied by a hammer.
The Clinton Ladies War Machine steamrolls anyone who gets in their way. It doesn't matter if you are a junior editor at GQ magazine or the Governor of New York. Out of Girlfriend's way, or sleep with the fishes.