Well, when I received the e-mail communication from Clinton's camp, about a family reunion of three generations of Clinton women in IOWA, I was inclined to respond with a yawn and a "ho hum".
But, always game for a smidgen of off-beat humor, I clicked on the link - at which point - a down-home video sprang forth in all its kitschy glory.
Whoa, dudes!
Was that truly Chelsea Clinton striding confidently out from under the shadow of her mother, Hillary?
Oh ma God! Chelsea has transformed from a ganglin', knock-kneed adolescent, into a bodacious babe!
Is it possible that the skilled hand of a - er - make-up artist has conjured up some luminous magic for the fresh-faced innocent?
I suppose now that slick Willy is raking in some dough from book proceeds, and wily Hillary is on the long and winding road to the White House, Ms. Chelsea has a bevy of hot studs aimin' to get into her - good graces!
I can only imagine the first question the lucky young fella is asked when he's invited to the family homestead to meet good ole' Dad...
Do you inhale, son?
Would a rose by any other name be so sweet?
