Dear voter. This campaign has been totally unfair but I am not going to give up, never, ever, not today, not tomorrow, not until June 3rd, and not later. I am doing it all for you, not for me, because you need someone to fight for you. Yes, you! I am taking to you. The game has been rigged against me and you. We are in it together. Against the powerful and the rich. You and me.
Just look at my odds. Bill took my black constituents, those votes that where rightly mine. Then Obama stole away my college-educated voters. That's OK, what do they know. Then the young and restless succumbed to the cult of change and follow Barack as if what I did in Washington was not exclusively for their future. Then Geraldine Ferraro, sweetie Geraldine, scared away some men, and then Rachel Maddow undermined Geraldine's argument that I am a victim of misogyny. Isn't it obvious that I am both a victim of misogyny and the meshugeneh? Of course I am discriminated against. How else could I be behind a race that by right and tenure should be mine? What plausible explanation could there be for me to be where I am when I started so high in the polls before the race began? Clearly, that black guy had everything going for him.
Yes, this is totally unfair. I have been accommodating you and your fellow voters in any possible way and that is how you repay me? I was willing to change my message, mold my campaign, offer new promises -- all in the heroic attempt to address your conflicting needs. All, to no avail. As if you didn't get a fair warning about my intention to run. Yes you did. But with total disrespect to my plans you and your fellow voters in different states insisted on having uncoordinated needs forcing me to offer sometimes conflicting promises. Do you have no shame? Don't you realize the length of time I have been waiting in the shadows of Bill, suffering humiliating episodes one after another just so that I could have a chance to come back to the White House and finally clean that carpet?
What have I not done? Is there anything more you could ask me to do? I drank cheep beer in a Pennsylvania bar and pretended to like it. I had shots of Whiskey in the next bar and had to smile as if this is something I do every day after I come back from work. Not only that, just consider the humiliation of having to invite the TV press crew in advance so that they could capture this spontaneous disgrace in front of the world. Doesn't that deserve your vote even if you live far away from Pennsylvania? Do you really expect me to go on a bar tour in every town in the country? If I did, how could I be ready on day one? If this is not a clear case of misogyny then I don't know what misogyny is.
What did Obama had to do for all these unfair votes that he got in those states that do not matter? Go on a lousy bowling lane? Can you compare the two? He had to roll a ball while I had to intoxicate myself. This entire campaign has been unfair right from the start. He comes in like the new kid on the block without all the history of past votes or positions while I had to carry the bag of years of conflicting promises. Don't you realize how harder it becomes to craft ambivalent messages? Then he had the chutzpah to admit that he erred while I stood fast by my decision to vote for the war. Who gives him the right to admit mistakes? How dare he throw away years of political traditions and try to change things? The rules should apply to him as they do for me.
And the worst thing is this elitist streak in this guy. I worked hard at Yale way before he had his easy time at the elitist Harvard school. I had to earn all the money my husband made while he played basketball in poor neighborhoods supposedly organizing them. Is that even real work? What an elitist!
But even worse is his pretending that he is black. He is half at best, and besides Bill is the first black President and I am his better half, so I am more black than Obama is.
So now, before everything is lost I need you to fight for me as much as I did for you. Come on, visit my web site, donate as much as you can, and help me out of my debt. Remember, if you don't help me win, McCain will win, and you and I together will have to wait until 2012. I really don't want to tell you that I told you so.
Yours, only yours,
Hillary