Chelsea Clinton recently told an interviewer, when referring to her mother’s Presidential run, “I don’t know what she’s going to decide. But whatever it is, it will be the right decision for her and for all of us.” Fusion’s Alicia Menendez evidently found it a completely natural statement for her interviewee to make, and so did the rest of the media which repeated this story.
This interview was not intended to provide the adoring public with insight into Hillary or the foundation which the Clintons use as a personal piggybank. It was really another attempt to provide Chelsea an outing on her training wheels since she apparently has political ambitions of her own and it provided her an outing for practice in preparing her path to consecration by worshipers. Although, many of the MSM assume she needs none.
So what insight does this interview provide us into this neophyte Clinton? Simply, we are served a continuation of a mindset, which firmly believes in its own nobility. I am not referring here to the “noblesse oblige” phrase used by the French to infer a certain responsibility, or duty to the larger society, by the nobility. There is no sense of responsibility, or duty in evidence here. That $10 million apartment she purchased is deserved, is it not?
This is a declaration of entitlement by a Self, a Clinton, which is completely lacking in insight and self awareness. She believes that her mother is so important to a Nation of 320 million people, and that those people, “all of us,” will be the better for whatever “mother” deems to deign confer on us.
This pitiful declaration is unfortunately too prevalently pervasive in the political class and in the few who finance it.
A constituent of the vast baby boomer generation with a career which has been fortunate to know the ponderous corporate worlds, as well as the intimately pressurized, and invigorating entrepreneurial domains of high tech and venture capital, I have harvested my share of mistakes meandering through corridors of enterprise from Silicon Valley, to London and endless, colourful, sometimes praetorian points in between. The voyage has provided an abundance of fodder for a pen yielding to an inquisitive keyboard, a foraging mind, and a passionate spirit.
Whether political or business or social or economic or personal, is it not all political? It is a privilege to write, and an even greater privilege to be read by anyone, and sometimes with the wind at my back the writing may occasionally be legible. I do not write to invite scorn, nor to invite respect, but if I get really lucky the writing can stimulate thinking. I also write for the very selfish purpose of animating my own processes, and engaging the best of what life offers. Above all, whether biting fire or swatting shadows, I am grateful to be gifted the freedom to write and publish whatever flows down to the keyboard. To all those who enabled this freedom, and to all those standing guard to preserve it, I am indebted.