The Times reports this morning that Bill Clinton wants his wife to be Obama’s VP.
“If she’s not going to be the nominee, then he wants her in the second spot,” said one friend of the Clintons. “In the long run, it’s the best way for her to run again in 2016.”
The very thought of this is as frighteneing as one of Bob and Harvey Weinstein’s B Movie horror plots like Scream II. There is Bill wandering around the West Wing making trouble for Obama, while he uses the Naval Observatory to throw parties for Ron Burkle’s “consulting clients”. In the past I have used the old Wall Street term “Big Swinging Dicks” to refer to the entitlement attitude of Bill and his pals. Part of me believes Bill is maneuvering Barack into offering the Veep job so that Hillary can publicly turn him down.
Whatever the case, Obama should ignore the two of them. Jim Webb, Chuck Hagel or Katherine Sibelius would be the right person to consider for VP. Some morning in September, Bill Clinton is going to wake up and realize he is no longer the Big Dog in Democratic Politics. And he will be the last person to know that obvious fact.