Former President Bill Clinton recently kicked his spouse and presidential wanna be off the front pages with a few indelicate remarks about Barack Obama’s presidential campaign being a “fairy tale.”
Although the former president denied it, the remark suggested that any African-American foolish enough to aspire to the presidency was, in fact, living a fairy tale.
A delusion of grandeur, as it were.
Naturally, Barack Obama and his followers were outraged and hurt by Bill Clinton’s insensitive jab at the Black Camelot.
Since then, of course, Obama has expanded his fairy tale by performing very well on Super Tuesday, followed by wins in Nebraska, Washington, Louisiana, and Maine.
Most significantly, Obama now leads Hillary in the all-important delegate count. Now that is some fairy tale!
Meanwhile, with Bill Clinton front and center, Hillary’s campaign has all but collapsed, spiritually and financially.
Without Norman Hsu around to commit fraud on her behalf, Hillary has been forced to finance her folly with a personal check for $5 million dollars.
As it turns out, chasing fairy tales is quite expensive, especially if you happen to be an over 60 woman with disapproval ratings near 50 percent!
Obama, on the other hand, is on pace to raise $30 million in February alone.
More bad news: From the foxholes of the campaign war comes word that Hillary’s campaign manager, Patti Solis Doyle, has been abruptly replaced.
Obviously, a sign of desperation for a campaign that may very well be on it’s last legs.
Thus, what was once the “inevitability” of a Hillary Clinton presidency is quickly turning into a–well, a bit of a fairy tale, to borrow a phrase!
Although I am loathe to do anything that might help Hillary become Queen, I do have a suggestion that might just do that:
You need to get Bill out of the way, Hillary. Find him a toy to play with, a distraction that will keep his attention focused anywhere but on your campaign.
Why not hire a 30s something former intern with Oval Office experience, and the initials ML, to entertain Bill whilst you concentrate 24/7 on ruining America?
In honor of Tina Louise’s 74th birthday today: “You Need Us” from the Gilligan’s Island episode “Don’t Bug the Mosquitoes“.
62 members of the Gambino Family were arrested last week. Here’s how some of them got their mobster nicknames. And all this time I thought they got there nicknames from the Mob Nickname Generator!
HOW MOBSTER NICKNAMES GET ‘MADE’
According to mob expert John Carillo, most gangsters don’t know one another’s last name. “It’s a group of people that know each other basically by nicknames or first names.” Among the funniest are:
Thomas Cacciopoli: “Tommy Sneakers.” He “likes sneakers,” Michael “Mikey Scars” DiLeonardo testified at the trial of Gambino boss Peter Gotti.
Joseph Corozzo: “Jo-Jo,” “Miserable.” It’s about that attitude, Jo-Jo.
Robert Epifania: “Bobby the Jew.” He’s not Jewish. But he “looks like a Jew,” his cohorts told investigators.
Domenico Cefalu: “Italian Dom,” “Dom from 18th Avenue,” “The Greaseball.” “Greaseball” is the pejorative the elder John Gotti used for Sicilians; 18th Avenue is in his neck of the woods, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn.
Nicholas Corozzo: “The Doctor,” “The Little Guy,” “Seymour,” “Grandpa,” “Grandfather,” “Little Nick.” This 5-foot-6 mobster goes by “Grandpa” when with close friends.
Vincent Decongilio: “Vinny Hot.” His father was “Freddy Hot” – plus he’s into gambling.
Leonard DiMaria: “Uncle,” “Lenny,” “L,” “Fatso,” “The Conductor.” Self-named, he once signed a get-well note to a Newsday reporter “Uncle Lenny.” He’s short, squat, with a broad nose.
Anthony Licata: “Anthony Firehawk,” “Anthony Nighthawk,” “Cheeks.” Firehawk and Nighthawk are names of trucking companies.
John D’Amico: “Jackie Nose.” “He had his nose fixed. He had a big, distorted nose at one time,” DiLeonardo said at the Gotti trial. D’Amico was said to have been upset with prosecutors for using the nickname.
