I watched on Saturday as the reluctant loser brought her typically tardy road show to a dramatic venue that would rival Leni Riefenstahl’s Nuremberg Nazi extravaganzas but without the Horst Wessel Song. Still unencumbered by the common courtesy of showing up on time and apparently not recognizing the level of selfish disrespect for you audience that such behavior manifests, Hillary arrived fifty minutes late for her sort of concession speech. Yes, at long last, she admitted that her party, the one that in her mind belonged to her and Wild Bill, was now the property of a three-year experience junior senator from Illinois with no credentials to speak of behind his ethnicity.
She filled the mandatory square of perfunctory cheer-leading for the nominal candidate, but inevitably she wandered off the party line to her own version of Mein Kampf. It was her struggle, a woman in the world alone fighting the oppressive forces of male chauvinism and singlehandedly bludgeoning “18 million cracks in the glass ceiling.” Talk about your high flown rhetorical flights of fantasy!
But, ponder this analysis:
It isn’t beyond belief, particularly when one recognizes the thin margin of victory that Obama eked out. And with the arcane Democratic Party elitist practice of un-pledged and un-committed super-delegates the possibility of an August Surprise is very real. Given the right scandal and the right combination of events you could have Obama in a situation that leaves him so politically damaged that the super-delegates abandon him. That leaves him short of the number needed to nominate. Add the intense aversion that more than fifty percent of Americans hold for the Clintons and you find that the supers don’t jump to Hillary and the pledged delegates are then released on a second ballot to go wherever the moment leads them. The result is a new and totally unexpected ticket for the November election.
Read between the lines of this item:
The Audaciousness of Hoping
What are the odds that sloganeering with regard to such empty phrases as “Change We Can Believe In” and “Yes We Can” must eventually be replaced by fervent cries from the back row that “The Emperor is Naked”?