“Don’t you someday want to see a woman president of the United States of America?”

That was a line from a speech Hillary Clinton recently delivered for a gathering of the pro-abortion PAC, EMILY’s List. It was delivered with all of the warmth and charm we’ve come to expect from the former Secretary of State, which is to say none at all.

“First woman president” is basically what Hillary Clinton’s campaign will be, and the media will do all they can to help her across the finish line in order to accomplish that. Take the latest cover of the New Yorker for example:


There’s “First Woman President” candidate Hillary standing on the outside looking in. The lone woman staring into a locker room loaded up with white guys, right?

The New Yorker had this to say about the group of potential GOP candidates in the photo:

How many Republicans are running for President? It’s a trick question. Some of those who are clearly running—Jeb Bush, for example—are still pretending that they aren’t, mostly because declaring would change the fund-raising rules. And if you counted everyone who, against all evidence, takes himself (or herself) seriously as a candidate, the locker room depicted in Mark Ulriksen’s “Suiting Up,” this week’s cover, would look as crowded as the departures hall at Penn Station, and almost as disconcerting. As it is, Ulriksen presents seven contenders with seven varieties of preening. Maybe it’s hard to tell a vision for America from a delusion of grandeur, at least until the debates and primaries get under way. Until then, Marco Rubio’s got his phone, Rand Paul his comb, and Huckabee his Bible. Ted Cruz’s eyes flit between his copy of the Constitution and his mirror, while Scott Walker seems on the lookout for unionized gym attendants. Bush is wearing his dynasty-logo boxers and Chris Christie his put-me-in-now pout. And yet, somehow, one of these seven men is almost certainly right about his chances for the nomination. The primary campaign may look like a pickup game about to descend into a brawl, but there’s a national candidate somewhere in the lineup.

Of course, this raises an obvious question: Why doesn’t the cover feature other GOP candidates, particularly those who have officially entered the race?

The makeup of that picture would change very quickly as it would feature Ben Carson and Carly Fiorina, both of whom are officially in. Unlike Jeb Bush, Chris Christie, and Scott Walker who have not yet declared their candidacy.

In addition, if the cover features yet unannounced candidates, where is Bobby Jindal?

The answer to those two questions is easy enough to be a $200 answer on Jeopardy: It would throw cold water all over the “White male GOP” narrative.

By including Carson, Fiorina, and Jindal, the editors at The New Yorker would have to admit by proxy the contenders for the 2016 GOP nomination is the most diverse field of potential presidential candidates in U. S. political history that features two Cuban-Americans, an African-American, a woman, and an Indian-American.

Meanwhile, on the Democratic side, in addition to Hillary Clinton (67 years old), potential and announced candidates include:

Bernie Sanders – 73 years old

Martin O’Malley – 52 years old

Elizabeth Warren – 65 years old

Joe Biden – 72 years old

They’re lucky to have O’Malley in the mix or else the average age of the Democratic candidates would exceed the current retirement age by 2 years.

It likely won’t make much difference in the long run, but the media still needs to be called out on this kind of obvious bias.