The Wodehouse Primary

Alex Massie has a priceless post that begins:

In my sourer moments I find myself persuaded that Bertie Wooster's verdict on aunts also applies to politicians: "It is no use telling me that there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof."

He's got the dreadful Clinton down:

One can easily imagine Hillary addressing a chap, thus:

"I think" she said "I shall be able to make something of you, Bertie. It is true yours has been a wasted life up to the present, but you are still young, and there is a lot of good in you...It simply wants bringing out."

But what if you don't want bringing out? Opting out ain't an option with this sort of girl. And it gets worse. When Hillary isn't being Honoria Glossop she's reminding one of Florence Craye. Now it's true that Bertie was briefly infatuated with Miss Craye. But that was until he engaged Jeeves and was persuaded that Miss Craye was a thoroughly unsuitable match (See Carry On, Jeeves for the details). As Bertie realised:

"The root of the trouble was that she was one of those intellectual girls, steeped to the gills in serious purpose, who are unable to see a male soul without wanting to get behind it and shove."

Some of us might prefer to remain un-shoved.

A lovely description of libertarianism in a way: the resistance to being shoved by politicians.