Let’s See Her Drink a Half-Dozen Raw Eggs


It doesn’t matter that he was a fictional character, or that the man who created and portrayed him endorsed John McCain a few months ago. It doesn’t matter, even, that his story first became part of the American culture more than 30 years ago, or that the Italian Market is nowadays filled from sidewalk to sidewalk with Mexicans.

Today, Hillary Clinton compared herself to Rocky Balboa.

“Let me tell you something,” Clinton said in The Keystone State today after comparing her campaign with the uphill climb undertaken by Stallone-as-Balboa in the 1976 film. “When it comes to finishing a fight, Rocky and I have a lot in common. I never quit. I never give up. And neither do the American people.”

Try, if you have the strength, to get past the corny, groan-worthy, pandering nature of such a statement. Clinton is not Rocky. She’s smart and she fights dirty; Rocky was not and never did. Rocky pounded meat on a regular basis; looking at the defining characteristic of her husband, Clinton has probably never done so.

I guess I understand the temptation of being behind in the polls, the unlikely underdog, with Philadelphia being a major battleground. I guess I understand why Clinton might make such a remark but, holy crap, I don’t understand why she felt compelled to do so.

Maybe it appeals to the sixty-something female crowd who have never been exposed to the overused movie anthem at nearly every sporting event, from Baseball to Curling to Flug Tag. Maybe it appeals to people whose IQ makes the fictional Rocky Balboa look more like Stephen Hawking in comparison. I don’t know — it just makes me roll my eyes and whisper various expletives under my breath.

Besides … somebody needs to tell Clinton that, in Rocky, the black guy won in the very end.

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