HUGH RODHAM (HILARY'S BROTHER)
The year was 1968, Hendrix dominated radio airplay, we were bombing Vietnam, and Hillary Rodham Clinton's younger brother, Hugh, was trying to get into my Mom's pants. Allow me to explain...
My mother, looker that she was in high school, had the distinct pleasure (displeasure?) of being assigned a locker opposite that of a much younger Hugh Rodham. On several occasions he would ask my Mom out, and every time she denied him!
The year was 1992, Nirvana dominated radio airplay, HW Bush threw up in the lap of the Japanese Prime Minister, and my mother decides to tell me the story about Hugh and his less then noble intentions...
ME: "So why did you always say no when he asked you out?"
DAD: (rolls eyes)
MOM: "Oh honey, he was a loser!"
Unfortunately I don't remember much else of the story, but perhaps there really isn't much else to tell.
My Mom thought nothing of this "loser" (apparently jocks destined to be lawyers was not her type) but at the time, as I still do now, I wonder if things had gone differently, would my Father go golfing with Bill Clinton on the weekends?
How fucking cool would it be to play a round with Uncle Bill? Nevermind politics, consider a day golfing (drinking) followed by a quick visit to the local Titty Bar (more drinking) and perhaps a shady business deal thrown in for good measure (Hugh had some batshit insane deal to import $110 million of hazelnuts from the Republic of Georgia, sweet!).
Imagine me on the right (haha)!
My mother, looker that she was in high school, had the distinct pleasure (displeasure?) of being assigned a locker opposite that of a much younger Hugh Rodham. On several occasions he would ask my Mom out, and every time she denied him!
The year was 1992, Nirvana dominated radio airplay, HW Bush threw up in the lap of the Japanese Prime Minister, and my mother decides to tell me the story about Hugh and his less then noble intentions...
ME: "So why did you always say no when he asked you out?"
DAD: (rolls eyes)
MOM: "Oh honey, he was a loser!"
Unfortunately I don't remember much else of the story, but perhaps there really isn't much else to tell.
My Mom thought nothing of this "loser" (apparently jocks destined to be lawyers was not her type) but at the time, as I still do now, I wonder if things had gone differently, would my Father go golfing with Bill Clinton on the weekends?
How fucking cool would it be to play a round with Uncle Bill? Nevermind politics, consider a day golfing (drinking) followed by a quick visit to the local Titty Bar (more drinking) and perhaps a shady business deal thrown in for good measure (Hugh had some batshit insane deal to import $110 million of hazelnuts from the Republic of Georgia, sweet!).
Imagine me on the right (haha)!
The year was 2007, (insert favorite band here) dominates radio airplay, the WGA is on strike and I just realized what an insufferable ASSHAT would be right now had my Mom not spurned Hugh's advances and married my Father. Whew!Bill is cool and all, but Hillary scares the living shit out of me (exhibit A: her Wikipedia profile picture). She's like an exaggerated amalgamation of every elementary school Math/Science teacher I ever had. Which is not a good thing since I excel at neither.
LONG STORY SHORT: If you must vote for one Presidential Candidate from my neck of the woods in 2008, I implore you not to choose the one related to a guy that used to hit on my Mom.
7 comments:
Haha...I'd love Bill as my Uncle...everyone needs a fly philanderer in their family...LOL!
But his wifey leaves MUCH to be desired...BARACK FTW!!!!
lol, cool story. i do wonder if clinton is electable. she is so polarizing. worrisome.
Funny story. Small world, huh?
Great story but I doubt that will be enough to curb Ms Clinton's ride into the White House. She is unstoppable... crazy/scary yes, but unstoppable.
Plus I think its about time America had a female president. But that said Obama would be great too. First black president and all. I just think he choose the wrong election, he shoulda gone up again Bush and not Clinton, I think he woulda won.
Hey you coulda been The First Nephew
Just because you are from Illinois does not mean you HAVE to support Barack you know.
Hillary definitely got the brains in the Rodham family.
I've written a few pro-Hillary blog entries on my blog, and while she has stumbled a few times in the past few weeks, I am still no fan of Barack. For me, he is the platitude over policy candidate. Has he even put forth any concrete details of how he will do things? Sure, we're all for world peace, helping the environment, and better health care, but how is he going to achieve this stuff? At least Hillary has put some actual plans out there.
I also laugh at all the people who are afraid of her. She is the first woman to ever run for President where "experience" and "fortitude" are not a question in the majority of people's eyes.
Barack should have cooked in the Senate for another term or two.
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