The Shrill “Voice of Experience”

by Maggie Van Ostrand

It’s not easy to sit in front of the TV and listen to Hillary Clinton talk and talk and talk and talk and talk … They call it a “debate.” Obviously, she’s taking Saturday Night Live seriously and believes their skit was actually advising her to interrupt, stop that awful chortling, and hold the floor at all costs. Filibuster? It’s more like the Never Ending Story.

Now I understand why her husband sought/seeks other companions. The sound of her voice is grating, nasty, and does not stop. Even Russert briefly fell by the wayside under the wheels of her verbal Sherman tank.

Perhaps she thinks if she keeps on talking nonstop, everyone else will go away and she’ll be left as the only person in the room making her the Democratic nominee by default.

I’d rather listen to that screaming man on the household cleaning products commercials than another minute of the fingernails-on-a-chalkboard sound of her voice.

It will be a relief to cast my vote for Barack Obama.

If Hillary does not get the Democratic nomination, she might consider interviewing for a job as an auctioneer.

I’m just sayin’