I totally buy that. Almost everybody has at least two email accounts, and they hate at least one of them, if not both. Now that text-messaging has replaced email as the nation's go-to medium for naked selfies, all the fun has gone out of email entirely. It has replaced spouses and bosses as the prime source of repetitive nagging and unpleasant reminders in our modern lives. Daily it brings us attachments we don't want to read and tasks we don't want to do, and if you think yours is bad, imagine what the Secretary of State gets. Stuff like Past Due notices on the national debt from China and invitations to attend the All Asia Goat-Throwing Finals in Kazakhstan, I'll bet.
I can see Hillary saying to herself silently, as she contemplated setting up her official State Department account, who for God's sake wants to be cc'ed on all that crap? I'll just stick with AOL.
Plus, spam. The Spam filters on my email account have gotten sophisticated enough that the only spam that gets through them anymore are invitations to become a Secret Shopper and emails from imaginary persons with weird, made-up names. This is easy for me to deal with. I know I don't know anybody named Hjenter Ortta. But if Hillary gets that email, she starts thinking to herself Hjenter Ortta? Isn't he the Minister of Saunas in Finland? clicks on it, and gets herself a nasty virus that infects the entire State Department, and has to be rooted out by some greedy government subcontractor at a million bucks a megabyte.
She's doing us all a favor. And if she misses out on the Presidency again, she can always become a Secret Shopper.
And let's quit pestering John McCain for signing that Iran letter. His excuse was that he didn't really bother reading it because he was trying to haul hiney out of DC before a big snowstorm.
I can get behind him on that. All of us sign stuff we don't really read. I signed a 45 page document the other day. I have no idea what it says. For all I know a surgical team may trot around tomorrow with a warrant for one of my kidneys. I'll risk that rather than read 45 pages of drivel. I know that this attitude is a product of my low attention span and personal laziness, and US Senators are supposed to be working harder than me, but I feel for McCain. The letter was written by freshman Senator Tom Cotton. By promulgating this diplomatic disaster, Cotton has succeeded in doing only one thing—getting himself neck and neck with McCain as the Senate's foremost warmonger. No old dog likes a young hound nipping at his heels. "Sign this or you're a pacifist," somebody probably told McCain. "And your taxi's waiting."
Plus, old guys hate snow. They feel the cold, and they make easy targets for snowball-throwing punks.
So how about a little love for both these veteran pols, people? Sure, they've got thick skins—they've both already run for President and lost, and it hasn't slowed them down much. They deserve credit just for that, if nothing else.
I'm sending them both a nice email.