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Of boy, this is rich: Hillary’s
slick willies. In response to a reader, Camille speaks:

You have succinctly expressed one of the most unsettling aspects of Hillary Clinton’s character and modus operandi. There is a strangely static and claustrophobic quality to the fiercely loyal cult she has gathered around her since her first lady years. Postmortem analysts of this presidential campaign will have a field day ferreting out all the cringe-making blunders made by her clique of tired, aging courtiers who couldn’t adjust to changing political realities. Hillary’s forces have acted like the heavy, pompous galleons of the imperial Spanish Armada, outmaneuvered by the quick, bold, entrepreneurial ships of the English fleet. I agree that the male staff who Hillary attracts are slick, geeky weasels or rancid, asexual cream puffs. … ..

I don’t know all the men in Hillary’s orbit, obviously, but I know or have had exchanges with a few of the big guns. Howard Wolfson may be a lot of things, but “asexual cream puff”
does not come to mind. Political pit bull, maybe, and I mean that in the sweetest
sense. Jay Carson may not be the Obamabot favorite, but “asexual cream
puff” isn’t one of them either. I haven’t met Howard yet, though I’ve been
on many a call, also exchanging emails with him. “Rancid?” Try candid
good guy for Clinton; someone you are lucky to have on your side. There are others that work behind the scene that are anything
but “cream puffs.” Ever met Peter Daou? Know anything about him? Let’s
just say political tough guy is part of his persona. Don’t mess with these Clinton
men.

But of course, Ms.
Paglia’s prism is narrowed to that 1950s John Wayne – Burt Lancaster drag your woman off by the hair type of man. You
know, men who were hunks on screen, but brutal to the women who dared venture
outside the role traditional America had crafted for them.

Not too inner circle outside Pennsylvania, how about Ed Rendell? I guess a military
man like Wes Clarke doesn’t count either, nor do all the generals. Ever seen Rep. Joe Sestak, another hunk of a man surrounding Clinton? Talked to him? Paglia’s gaze is
wee-teeny-tiny. You know, like her view of the physicality of any man aligning with Hillary. It’s all very obsessively sexual with her.

Let’s face it, Camille Paglia wouldn’t know a feminist male fighting for his woman if he came up and swept her off her feet.

Paglia’s real disdain, however, is meant for others behind Clinton, those far beyond her inner army. Men like my husband, for instance. You know, those
blue collar, gun toting “asexual cream puffs” who wouldn’t look twice
at a woman like Paglia, because they can size up a tightly wound woman hater, man shaken shrew from afar. But Paglia, like so many on the Obama side, though I’m not saying
she’s pro-Obama and could care less who she supports, which is to include that elite sect
of Democrats trying to throw Clinton out of the race by ignoring the popular
vote, represent a group that seem almost embarrassed by the lunch bucket Democrats
who comprise Hillary’s base support in so many places. Those people who work
with their hands and have the stains and cracks in them to prove it. Those shift
workers, those overtime hopers, they’re just so déclassé today. Scraping by souls looking for a break by supporting a female politician running for president whom they truly believe actually might give them one.

So please save us all this whining, over exercised, hack Freudian analysis, Camille,
and just strap one on already. Or maybe that’s the problem; you can’t carry
it and it’s so obviously getting in your way.