Head in the clouds
In 1995, then First Lady Hillary Rodham Clinton, was traveling on a goodwill mission to Katmandu, Nepal and had occasion to meet with the late Sir Edmund Hillary, world famous explorer and mountaineer and Mnt. Everest conquerer. Sounds pleasant, right? Sir Edmund Hillary spent a good deal of time in Nepal, supporting various local causes that were dear to his heart- this time around he had the misfortune of being there when politics came to town. Never one to turn a photo op away Hillary Clinton met with the mountain-conquering legend and in this moment created the greatest-of-all-time on the spot line of bullshit ever.
Mrs. Clinton stated that her mother (pregnant with her at the time) had read an article about Sir Edmund Hillary and liked the "Hillary" name with "two ls" and decided to name her child this. Charming, yes? Not so fast, let's have a little background shall we?
Sir Hillary is world famous as the first man-along with his sherpa and climbing partner Tenzing Norgay (Nor-gay... hee-hee) ,known to ascend the summit of Mount Everest. He accomplished this in 1953. Hillary Rodham was born in 1947 a full six years before anybody gave a crap about an obscure mountain climber from New Zealand. Is it possible an average housemarm from Chicago read a random detailed article about an up and coming mountaineer from half a world away and liked the name and gave it to her expected daughter? And are we to believe that Hillary Clinton held onto this nugget until that fateful day in Nepal 48 years later when a coincidental meeting with her namesake allowed her to finally share this tale with us? Not fucking likely, this is the greatest bullshit hipshoot I have ever heard of, what's next?-perhaps she could visit the North Pole and speak of her time with childhood friend Santa. Then she could claim to have dodged sniper fire at one point on a 1996 trip to war torn Bosnia...wait, never mind.
This sordid tale ends like you would imagine, with the Senator and professional liar passing the buck onto her dear old mother and having her handlers and campaign people release statements that this story is an unfortunate and false one, that her mother used this bullshit as a tool to "instill greatness" into her young impressionable daughter and that Hillary of course is innocent by way of ignorance. Mrs. Clinton comes away hoping to smell like roses and dear old mom is painted as an untrustworthy old fibber. Welcome to the game folks, I hope one day that I can rise to a position of authority and then throw the people that supported me all the way to the top under the bus at the first sign of scrutiny. Hillary Clinton, a class act.