As the “first pet” of the Clinton era, Socks, the White House cat, allowed “chilly” Hillary Clinton to show a caring, maternal side as well as bringing joy to her daughter Chelsea. So where is Socks today?
Cover your eyes, cat lovers.
Once the presidency was over, there was no room for Socks anymore. After years of loyal service at the White House, the black and white cat was dumped on Betty Currie, Bill Clinton’s personal secretary, who also had an embarrassing clean-up role in the saga of his relationship with intern Monica Lewinsky.
Aha! A pussy problem.
Some believe the abandoned pet could now come between Hillary Clinton and her ambition to return to the White House as America’s first female president.
Something has to.
Clinton’s treatment of Socks cuts to the heart of the questions about her candidacy. Is she too cold and calculating to win the presidency? Or does it signify political invincibility by showing she is willing to deploy every weapon to get what she wants?
Yes and no.
“In the annals of human evil, off-loading a pet is nowhere near the
top of the list,” writes Caitlin Flanagan in the current issue of The
Atlantic magazine. “But neither is it dead last, and it is especially
galling when said pet has been deployed for years as an all-
purpose character reference.”
Well, she is a feminazi.
Flanagan’s article, titled “No Girlfriend of Mine,” points out that
Clinton wrote a crowd-pleasing book “Dear Socks, Dear Buddy:
Kids’ Letters to the First Pets,” in which she claimed that only with
the arrival of Socks and his “toy mouse” did the White House
“become a home.”
So she threw him out at the first opportunity. Shrillary is no adherent to family values. Obviously.
Being Clinton, she also lectured readers that pets are an “adoption
instead of an acquisition” and warned them to look out for their
safety. (Buddy, the chocolate labrador in the Reagan White House,
bounded into a road soon after leaving the White House and was
promptly run over.)
Poor Buddy. He was a victim of circumstance. Socks, like Seamus, was a victim of a callous and calculating self-obsessed owner.
Finally the article ends with this heartbreaking bit of prose:
Perhaps the cautionary tale of Socks the cat will make a difference. “Hillary’s insistence that we follow her example in pet ownership, when she really should be on Cat Fancy’s Most Wanted List, makes her a tiresome bore,” Flanagan writes.
I think he meant “boar.” (tusks and all).
“But exploiting the emotions of good-natured people – well, that’s just another example of her three-decade-long drift from the girl she once was to the woman that circumstance and ambition have made her.”
Actually she was always that way. Shrillary and Mittens sitting in a tree….
If these craven politicians will do these things to their pets, what will they do to us? Just keep your catflap secured and vote no on these horrible phony people. They do not deserve our trust, they cannot be trusted with our vote.
So says Socks and Seamus.