The Rude Pundit: Hillary Clinton's "What the Fuck, Rand Paul?" Face Will Make Your Day

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55. Guts.

We used to call it guts. It applied to everybody. Intestinal fortitude.

Hillary has always shown that she has titanium GUTS. When she drove all night as a young woman to get to Bill Clinton, in a small Arkansas town where she would have to start all over, just for love. When she spoke her mind and continued her own career as the governor's wife, back when almost nobody did that. When she traveled all over as First Lady, consulting many small groups of all different kinds of Americans before formulating that first effort at affordable health care for all. When she faced down the rightwing nutjobs in Congress who had blanketed the country with very effective propagaganda that she supposedly hadn't consulted anybody before writing it. When she received the information on national TV that suddenly convinced her that her husband actually HAD found a way to cheat on her in the Oval Office. I believe I actually saw that moment, in the middle of an interview, when the newswoman said something like, "Back behind the coat closet door," and you could see Hillary's eyes suddenly focus on a mental image and widen in shock, and then you saw her straighten her back, pull in her abdomen, and turn the subject back to the important issues of the day.
And now the other day, as she faced down several Republicon jackals, not long after she got out of the hospital where she had been taken with a life-threatening condition.

Hillary Rodham Clinton was, is, and always will be a class act. She is the epitome of GUTS.