They is jes’ folks like us
--Hillary Clinton, answering critics of her proposed gas-tax “holiday”
There’s crickets chirpin’ in the early sunshine, and way up in them big branches, the birds are carryin’ on like they’ve got a whole bunch of busy ahead of ’em. It’s noise and more noise everywhere, and such a racket you can’t barely hear it way off in the distance: the rumble of the engine of the vehicle that’s bringin’ the candidate home.
It’s Maw Clinton, headin’ back to the Georgetown Trailer Park for a little shut-eye.
You wouldn’t think it, lookin’ at her springin’ from the cab of that flatbed truck like she’s got all the energy in the world, but Maw Clinton’s been goin’ full tilt for weeks now, and she could use a few hours to put her feet up and rest a spell.
Down deep, she’s bone tired, same as you’d be if you were doin’ what she’s been doin’. But there’s no quit in that gal, which you can see plain as day just lookin’ at her.
Lately she’s been spendin’ all her time runnin’ back and forth from North Carolina over to Indiana and back again, and now that she’s done with them, it’s off to West Virginia and Kentucky where she’ll be workin’ as hard as ever, meetin’ folks and bein’ regular, not like them elites you see with them other campaigns.
Some folks say it’s her upbringin’, all them years haulin’ in the harvest back on the family farm out behind the bank in Illinois. Other folks, they say maybe it’s somethin’ she picked up along the way, choppin’ wood at Wellesley or even sloppin’ hogs at that law school at Yale.
However it happened, it happened, and she’s a regular gal just like the rest of the regular gals, and for the regular guys there’s Paw Clinton, who’s as regular as the day is long, only twice as sharp.
Every time Paw Clinton says somethin’ about how Maw Clinton’s got what it takes to go all the way, and how them that’s sayin’ she cain’t win or she’s panderin’ are scared of her is all—well, every time he says it you shake your head and kinda say to yourself “Now, why didn’t I think of that?” ’cause he always puts it so perfect, like he thought it all out ahead of time.
Both of ’em, really, it’s like they both think every bit of it out ahead of time, which is how come they were ready when the elites and the economists came after ’em on that gas tax thing.
You didn’t see ’em back down, not one step, no sir. They stuck to their guns and told them elites what they could do with their fancy ideas and their “long-term strategies.” Maw and Paw Clinton bein’ such regular folks, they know exactly what words to say when people are hurtin’ and elections are comin’—it’s like a sixth sense.
You watch ’em in West Virginia and Kentucky once she’s got a little shut-eye in her, see if they don’t do it all over again, bein’ just the type of regular folks other regular folks’ll warm to. Same in Oregon if they ever get out to Oregon, which’ll go about the same time as Kentucky goes. Maw and Paw Clinton’ll be exactly the same type of regular folks in Oregon as everywhere else.
Plus maybe a sudden yen for seafood.
Rick Horowitz is a syndicated columnist. You can write to him at firstname.lastname@example.org.