How Not To Earn My Respect

Photo by White House Photographer 05/01/11

Allergies, Hillary? Really?

In an article published by the Associated Press on May 5, 2011 regarding her posture & expression in a photo taken by a White House photographer during Sunday’s raid on Usama bin Laden’s compound, U.S. Secretary of State, Hillary Rodham Clinton,  was asked exactly what she was seeing in that moment.

That’s a reasonable question considering the amount of purely natural curiosity that’s been generated & further fueled by all the secrecy & changing stories in the aftermath of this mission, right? Let’s face it, folks. I really think that most of us, if we chose to be truly honest with ourselves rather than fretting over being ‘politically correct’, would have liked to have been the proverbial fly on the wall watching the mission that took down the monster. I also feel that, were we to have been privileged enough to have been watching such an event of epic proportions unfolding in real time, it’s fair to make the assumption that it would have been one of the more intense moments of our lives. After all, this wasn’t a movie, people. No reviews, no spoilers, no previews & trailers to give those watching any idea of the outcome. This was real life & death drama playing out before their very eyes. They were watching an elite group of our soldiers heroically putting their lives on the line in an attempt to give us a greater sense of security. Mind you, those soldiers & our other amazing troops would humbly say it’s what they do every day. The difference is that most people, not even the President, don’t actually see these brave actions as they’re taking place every day & therefore probably have no idea of the intensity of the moment.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve certainly gotten wrapped up in the intensity of something I was experiencing, watching, or hearing that, in the grand scheme of things, was probably nowhere near the caliber of what the individuals in that room were watching & hearing in those moments. I’m certain that I’ve had an expression on my face & posture quite similar to Ms. Clinton’s in this picture. I’m human. So is she. So is everyone else who was in that room.

Is there something wrong with being human, Ms. Clinton? If there is, then we most certainly have far greater underlying problems in this country & the world than any of us could even begin to comprehend. Since you stated earlier in the very same interview that “Those were 38 of the most intense minutes,” I’m going to make the leap & assume, then, that your answer would be that there isn’t anything wrong with being human.  That being said, what was the point of your making the following statement?

“I am somewhat sheepishly concerned that it was my preventing one of my early spring allergic coughs,” she said. “So, it may have no great meaning whatsoever.”

Preventing an allergic cough? Ms. Clinton, really. What do you take us for? Do you have no more respect for the public than to lie about something as simple as being human at an extremely intense moment? It would’ve been far more becoming of you, not only as an appointed official who represents this nation, but as a fellow human being to simply be straight forward when asked. Admitting that it was an intense situation & that you were, like many of the rest of us would’ve been, probably holding your breath would have earned you far more respect in my opinion than that frivolous allergy comment. The truth would have, perish the thought, humanized you. Instead, you chose to pretend you’re some kind of cast-iron emotionless superior entity that exists above mere human beings & that your expression was nothing more than an inconvenience of biology. Why the facade? Admitting to being human is not a sign of weakness, Ms. Clinton. It is a sign of strength. A strength you sadly feel the need to hide for some unknown reason or, worse yet, a strength no longer possessed by those in positions of so-called leadership within an administration that seems incapable of honesty.

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