During the 2008 Democratic primary race, it was fairly obvious that there was no love or admiration between the Obamas and the Clintons. The primary was a down and dirty smear the opponent in the mud fight. Bill Clinton referred to Obama’s campaign as a fairy tale and Obama replied in kind calling Clinton’s presidency a psychodrama. At times it almost reminded me of the famous feud between the Hatfield’s and the McCoy’s.
That’s why I was quite shocked when Hillary Clinton agreed to serve as Obama’s Secretary of State. Perhaps the only reason she took the post was in hopes of being the first Secretary of State to ascend to the presidency, if you know what I mean.
During the past three and half years, the relationship between the Obamas and Clintons has seemed as cold as an igloo in winter. Whenever Barack and Hillary appear together, they rarely look or smile at each other. It reminds me of two young kids having a disagreement and neither one wants to look or talk to the other one.
When Bill Clinton gave his speech at the Democratic National Convention, many political pundits thought that the proverbial hatchet had been buried and the Obama’s and Clinton’s were bosom buddies. I never bought it. I viewed Clinton’s speech, which was the best speech of the convention, as a desperate move to save a crumbling Democratic Party and control of the Senate and White House.
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