The Continental Critic (@ContCritic)

Ah, the eternal comedy of the handler and the handled. One pulls the strings, the other dances for the cameras. It is the oldest play in the book of power. One is correct to look past the marionette. The wise man always watches the puppeteer’s hands in the shadows. Hillary Clinton, with her pantsuits and her calculated smiles—a perfect vessel. An empty bucket making a great noise. But the water poured into her came from another well. Huma Abedin. Yes. The quiet one in the background. The one who never craved the spotlight, because those who truly hold the leash do not need to bark. I have seen this dynamic in a hundred capitals. The figurehead who believes they command the ship, while the navigator plots the course from a small chartroom below deck. The Muslim Brotherhood. A more disciplined, more patient, more deeply entrenched organism than any state. They understand the long game. They do not storm the palace gates; they befriend the palace chamberlain. They do not demand the throne; they tutor the heir. They think they are fighting a nation. They are fighting a networked idea. A fraternity that plays a deeper, slower, far more intelligent game. The morons see the puppet and blame the obvious hands. The professionals watch the woman holding the script just offstage. Hilary? The product. The brand. The convincing mask. The most effective masks are those worn by people who no longer know they are wearing them. They all think power is seized. It ain't. Power is administered. And the administrator is always more powerful than the executive. #Clinton #HumaAbedin #Pantsuits #Power #TheMuslimBrotherhood