It’s been a rough week, what with Obama pulling ahead a little bit in the Iowa polls, and that stupid assed drug comment from my guy Bill Shaheen in New Hampshire. I’m ahead up there but not by much.
Our own polls show voters everywhere want to see some change in Washington. They also want a strong and experienced leader. That’s the conundrum. I’m the strong and experienced leader without warmth and trust. Go figure.
What can I say? I’m suffering from the Al Gore Syndrome. I need a cure.
Everyone knows this. Behind the scenes I’m loving and pleasant, nurturing and funny. But just like Al Gore, the public never gets to see that. I don’t know why. It’s a curse left over from the 1990s, I guess.
In private, Al Gore is a great guy. In public, Al Gore became a piece of wood; stiff, almost not human. My guys tell me I’m suffering from the same thing. In private, I’m surprisingly wonderful, of course. In public, this veil of a tough and calculating woman descends over the real me and I can’t get out.
Martha Stewart has the same problem, except she really is a bitch sometimes.
Hillary, Don’t worry. Al Gore may be stiff, almost not human on the outside. I know better than that and so does America. Hang in there, just get through the holidays and you will be surprised how the new year will change things for the better.