With the passing of Sir Edmund Hillary, the first person to reach the summit of Mount Everest, I’m reminded of one of the great legends of the Clinton years, that Hillary Rodham Clinton was named after the famed mountain climber.
This myth, which was repeated numerous times from 1995 to 2006, relates how Dorothy Rodham, mother of the former First Lady and current presidential candidate, named her daughter after Edmund Hillary – hence the spelling with two L’s, as opposed to the more standard spelling (Hilary).
The only problem with this story is that at the time of Senator Clinton’s birth (1947), Mr. Hillary was a bee keeper in New Zealand; it would be another six years before he would climb Mount Everest.
There are only three possible explanations for this: (1) Mrs. Rodham thought the surname of an obscure bee keeper was an appropriate first name for her baby daughter; (2) she had amazing powers of predicting the future; or (3) she’s a prevaricator extraordinaire (and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree).
What’s even more amazing is the fact that it took over a decade for Hillary the Younger to finally admit to something that was so patently false.
By the way, did I happen to mention that my mother named me after Curious George? (It could happen; the first Curious George book came out in 1941 – nine years before I was born.)
Since the 2008 presidential primary season has been unofficially dubbed the Campaign of Change™, I would like to offer a modest proposal that would eliminate the incovenience of running out of ballots, paying for expensive TV commercials, organizing tedious debates, hiring pollsters, or even holding caucuses, primaries or a general election.