Today in North Korea, the national press followed around Dear Leader. The most important news outlet in the country wrote odes to his supposed common humanity, even though the world knows he lives a life of luxury that far exceeds that of the peons he pretends to bond with. The same state propaganda organ dwelled on the food he ate. Another state-dominated site praised his Great Skill at making videos. And when it looked like he might make an appearance, everyone ran like mad, like a herd of crazed sheep, just for the chance to spend a moment somewhat near the Dear Leader.
Scary and creepy, these places with a cult of personality. Sheesh.
Oh, wait. That wasn’t Kim Jong-un. That was Hillary Clinton.
Hillary Rodham Clinton’s presidential campaign is all about “everyday Americans,” she made clear in announcing it on Sunday.
On Monday, she showed how unassuming she herself could be.
On Monday, Hillary Rodham Clinton ordered a burrito bowl at a Chipotle outside Toledo, Ohio.
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At the time of this writing, much about Mrs. Clinton’s order was still unknown. We do know that it was a chicken bowl (with guacamole, according to ABC News). Less known, but critical: Did she get rice and beans, which are free with the order? What about fajita vegetables, or more than one kind of salsa? Even more important, from a calorie perspective: Did she include cheese and sour cream?
(Yes, yes, it was “tongue in cheek.” It was still a full-length piece in the New York Times.)
Hillary Clinton’s video announcing her run for president in 2016 is a fascinating piece of filmmaking, and it does something I haven’t seen a political campaign ad do in quite this way. . . . [I]t could change how these sorts of announcements are approached for the foreseeable future.
Journalists run — literally run — towards the rather luxurious-looking “Scooby Van”:
Benny Hill Vine version (make sure to turn on the sound for the Yakety Sax).
Hillary’s campaign manager explains the strategy, courtesy of Steven Crowder:
P.S. Have you seen Chelsea’s $10.5 million apartment? It’s across the street from hubby’s $4 million “starter pad.”
She’s just like you and me!!!!