We’ve seen people in lines before. Lines form for the black Friday sales after Thanksgiving, and in fact, some hardy or perhaps driven souls even camp out waiting for the doors to open at 6am, so they can score a low price on the perfect Christmas gift. Some lie in wait for days hoping to pay ridiculous sums of money on the latest Air Jordans.
They are willing to fight for that privilege if necessary.
In Venezuela and Syria, lines stretch for blocks as starving citizens queue up in hopes that the food and medicine supplies being distributed will still be available when they make it to the front of the line.
Some camp out awaiting a chance to purchase Springsteen tickets.
Ok, I get it. Some things are indeed worth the trouble.
And then, some things I don’t get.
This morning, a line, nearly a block long, has formed in front of the Barnes and Noble bookstore near Manhattan’s Union Square. The hundreds in line are waiting their chance to score an autographed copy of Hillary Clinton’s new masterpiece, “Hard Choices”. Among those waiting, Sean Brennan, who arrived yesterday afternoon at 2, with his fold-up chair and a bottle of Diet Coke.
When asked why by Business Insider he said:
“ I mean, she’s very insightful … but nothing that shocked me. I don’t think that’s going to be the type of book this is, you know?… I think after she’s served eight years as President, I think we’ll probably get a book like that where she really opens up and she starts talking about what she really thinks about Putin.”
I can understand his excitement.
But once he’s inside the door, there will be rules to follow; see picture above. And for heaven’s sake, don’t make eye contact! According to Clinton- Era White House staffers, even looking at the former First Lady could lead to dismissal.
But cut her a break. As she painfully revealed in a hard-hitting interview with ABC’s Diane Sawyer, upon leaving 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, she and Bill were broke.
Imagine trying to make ends meet on a Presidential pension of around 200,000 dollars, which along with her senate salary of $186 thousand meant scraping by on $386,000.
Granted, in December 2000, Simon and Shuster paid an 8 million dollar advance for a memoir of her life in the White House, but even that kind of money doesn’t go very far in Westchester Country.
One has to keep up appearances.
If she chooses to run for the Presidency, and attempts play the “just folks” game, no doubt her opponent will be likely to discredit that claim. Naturally she has a well-tested and successful reply:
“What difference, at this point, does it make!”