Hillary and co

I was reading a bit about Hillary Clinton. She's not my preferred candidate for president of the USA. She has lots of corporate sponsors and is obviously the establishment's preferred choice. It would have been great to see Bernie Sanders in the race but he ain't. Since I don't get a vote in that election, I'm sure I can rely on my American friends to weigh it up carefully. Whose finger do they want on the red button after November? The Donald or Hillary?

Then my eye fell on another article about someone called Marc Mezvinsky. What has Mr Mezvinsky to do with Hillary? He's married to her daughter and that seems to be enough reason for one slightly dim journalist to pour scorn on him:

“Chelsea Clinton's husband and baby-daddy looks like he smells, greasy,” he says. “Ferret-like. The hedge fund manager rakes in the cash, but can’t seem to be bothered with grooming . . . Hair product and a fresh shave ever [sic] so often would be a start.”

This genius has put the man at the top of his 'worst-dressed' list. How cutting is that!

Dear me. Greasy? Ferret-like? Smells? This is radical political commentary right enough. I've had a look at Mr Mezvinsky's CV: degrees from Stanford and Oxford. Runs his own business. Worth about $15million. Father of two daughters. Somehow, I think he'll cope with this journalist's catty remarks.

There are plenty of attempts to blacken Mr Mezvinsky's name in the Republican press and you can bet there will be more before the election. Few of them making allegations. Just hinting things. Suggesting.

I find myself wondering if US journalists invented this style of reporting or did they pick it up from London journalists? You know the ones: they have never stopped twisting the words of Jeremy Corbyn. And they seem to have a hotline to the friends of Scottish MPs and MSPs. But strangely, they don't seem keen to ask about Conservative shenanigans during the general election - and those may involve 28 of their MPs.  

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