Low on the Believability Quotient
The Stepford Child is on the stump.
From shaking hands and taking photos on the rope line at California State University in Dominguez Hills to answering personal questions with steely resolve in a town-hall meeting at Santa Barbara City College, the Chelsea that emerged was one of contrasts, seamlessly appropriating well-known attributes from both President and Senator Clinton. In the end, there's little doubt: Chelsea is definitely her parents' child.
And that's just the way she wants it.
"There's no one that I love more, that I respect more," a smiling Clinton said of her mother during the day's second stop in Santa Barbara. "She makes the best applesauce. She reads to me still when I don't feel well. I've never doubted that I'm the most important person in the world to her."
Ummm, riiiiight.
I'm sorry, but I don't see Hillary Clinton as the homemaker whipping up a great batch of applesauce. Nor do I see her reading, comfortingly to a 27-year old who's feeling ill. Unless, of course, she's reading from a policy speech she's about to deliver.
