Run, Hillary? Run?

Wow, already there’s buzz that U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton should run in the Democratic primary, to replace President Barack Obama.  Isn’t it a bit soon?  (The first state primaries don’t start until January 2012!)  I know, she ruled it out in 2010.  But the times, they keep on a’changin’.

The article in Salon is, at least, a barn-burner:

Madam Secretary, if you are reading this — the president is a good man who happened to be very unlucky in office. He inherited problems of almost unprecedented severity. But this is no time for sentiment to cloud your judgment. You need to do what’s right.

If not now, when? If not you, who? The nation cries out for leadership. Run, Hillary, Run!

A very small story

OR: you never can tell.

I had met John about a year ago, and I remember chatting with him. A nice young man a bit dazed by the birth of his twin girls. Nearly a year later I saw him, and now his wife and the two girls, one dressed in a blue dress and one in green. So after we said how glad we were to meet up again, he said to me, “you did say the love of pink was learned.”

I really don’t go around lecturing people on pink, but I imagine that when I learned he had new twin girls, I said something about how the world of pink was optional. Much to my total surprise and delight, he seemed to remember and even acted on what I said!

The Norway shootings and feminism

For the gunman (we try to limit the use of his name over here), as for the youth at Utøya interviewed before the massacre, there was no doubt that Gro [Harlem Brundtland] was this year’s main attraction, and she had spoken at Utøya just hours before the massacre.

She represents everything Breivik hates about contemporary Norway, and was the reason why Breivik selected this particular day for his attack. In comments on a right-wing blog he calls her not “The Mother of the Land” (as she is frequently called), but “The Murderer of the Land.” It turns out that a traffic accident and the usual roadworks carried out during the Norwegian main summer holidays delayed him so much that he only arrived at Utøya after she had left. That probably saved her life.

For more, go here.

(Thanks, A!)