Respecting Hillary Disrespecting Us?

If there’s one lesson we’ve learned from the floundering presidential campaign of one Hillary Clinton, it’s that the Democratic Party considers us little more than livestock. Watching Hillary’s bizarre press conference Tuesday, I couldn’t help but think: “She’s running for president — of what?” Pressed to explain the ever-deepening quagmire created by her lackadaisical attitude about national security, the old girl suddenly developed more tics than the Rain Man before forcing out: “What, like, with a cloth or something? … I don’t know how it works digitally at all.” She followed up with an epileptic fit disguised as a shrug and a face that could have made an onion cry.

Either she was making a joke, or she was serious. Her awkward bumbling reminded me that the Democrats have as much use for us as we have for the average bovine. Sure, we’re handy when they’re hungry for votes or money; but the rest of the time, they’d rather we stayed out on the back 40. How else to explain the fact that the current front-runner for the Democrats’ presidential standard-bearer, trapped in a web of lies more complicated than an M.C. Escher poster, admitted to the world that she’s either a pathological liar or a virtual Luddite? And how else to explain the fact that the Democrats consider her their best chance of holding on to the Oval Office after President Barack Obama hits the paid lecture circuit?

They expect us to believe that a doddering grandmother who cleans her hard drives with a dishrag and soap is the right person to restore the luster to the mantle of “leader of the free world” so badly tarnished by the last guy they recommended. At the height of the digital age, when our enemies read Pentagon emails before the intended recipients do, the Democrats actually trust our deepest secrets to a woman born when computers were the size of football fields. As her ever-changing explanations for her dereliction of data duty demonstrate, Hillary Clinton is so far behind that her VHS player still flashes “12:00.”

The alternative is that she’s well aware of how her handheld devices, laptops, tablets and illegally insecure private “homebrew” servers work; and she simply doesn’t care. Given that her own narrative (not to mention those of her minions) is more confused than the excuses Josh Duggar is probably feeding his wife, if she isn’t an outright anachronism, she’s an outright sociopath.

Hillary’s email lowlights are bullet points on a resume that also includes highlights like “has a uterus” and “is married to Monica Lewinsky’s ex-boyfriend.” Think about the level of respect the Democrats have for the electorate when they try to sell us a pantsuit full of snake oil. Try not to think about their back-up plan, should we the people decide to give Granny Hilldawg a pass. Behind Madame Clinton, the roster includes an ancient communist who thinks the wrong side won the Cold War, a cover-band musician who made Baltimore the party it is today, and two or three other white guys to be named later. Their only other idea is draft Vice President Joe Biden, which would be entertaining in much the same cringeworthy manner as the “bad” auditions on reality TV game shows.

When we mourned the loss of life in Benghazi, they put some low-budget film director in prison. When we objected to Obama’s crimes, they sent the IRS after us. When we pointed out that “all lives matter,” they called us racist and set our cities on fire. Our country is being overrun by violent illegal aliens, and they’re holding the “in” door wide open. We abhor taxpayer subsidies for Planned Parenthood’s baby-parts racket, and they accuse us of fighting a “war on women.” And now they expect us to cast a ballot for a woman who is either a technological rube or a dead-eyed liar. That’s how much the left respects us. Next fall, we have an opportunity to show them how much that respect is worth.