Hillary Clinton and the Lesson of Mo Betta
Posted on May 9, 2008. Filed under: Latest News
This is generally not a political blog, and any political leanings I have are not revealed here. But something has been bothering me, and I need to get it out. I think it speaks to a broader issue of repressed emotions regarding a fish.
Like many of you, I am a political junkie and a media addict. I am happiest when the political field is at its largest, and we are hearing abstract pearls of political wisdom from the corners of Alaska (Mike Gravel), and from the minds of constitutionalists (Ron Paul). I hate when the attrition begins, and we lose the Huckabee’s, Gulliani’s and Edwards’. It’s just so darned fun when they all have a dog in the hunt.
The time comes, though, when two must emerge. It may not be time for Hillary Clinton to check out, but the signs are sure there. She’s gasping for money and momentum in such a personal way that watching her feels almost inappropriate.
Which brings me to the fish.
Mo was a beautiful Japanese Fighting Fish, who lived for a couple of years on my mantle. Sometimes, I’d show her a compact mirror, and she’d puff up and slam into the side of the bowl with her lips. That’s what Bettas do best. One day, she just didn’t look right.
I’ve had lots of fish over the years, and they usually expire pretty quickly. Mo, though, went weeks beyond her expiration date. She was fighting the inevitable - managing to swoosh that ornamental blue tail defiantly whenever I told her it was OK to just go. I appreciated the fortitude, but - man - it was hard to watch.
Hillary, like Mo, has the right to fight. But, unlike Mo, she’ll be left with all the brains and talent she needs to have a big impact in another fishbowl. But until she gets to that place where she knows it’s OK to go, it’s like watching Mo all over again.
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Fish are like guests and politicians- they begin to smell when they have stayed too long.
This is ‘freaking’ brilliant. The Huffington Post needs you. Seriously.