Yes, I admit it. I feel bad for Hillary
Every time I see Hillary making a public appearance these days, I see her phony pasted on smile and I hear all the empty rhetoric and platitudes. And I have to turn away because there's so much pain there.
Sorry. I feel bad for Hillary.
No seriously, I really do.
Full disclosure - I don't like Hillary and didn't vote for her. Think she's a fraud and a charlatan with lousy communication skills.
That being said, I still feel for her.
Look, let's face it. Everyone except Donald Trump had it pegged that come the morning after Election Day, 2016, Hillary Clinton was going to be the 45th president of the United States. Period. You would have had to talked with Michael Moore or Ann Coulter to even FIND a person who thought Trump stood a chance.
I figured the popular vote to be about 59-41%, with Hillary winning about 335-350 electors. I told my friends I felt this was a miserable choice of candidates but could not see a way she doesn't take it home. Never did it occur to me that Donald Trump could win. Ever.
Sio picture this all from her point of view.
Everything that is the culmination of your work as an adult was about to come true. Literally, all you have to do is wait, say a few words, have Barack or Mrs O hand over the keys to the front door of the White House, and finally, you have a legacy established for yourself, just as you deemed it should be since you were in law school and thought that cute Clinton boy might have a future.
Everything you tolerated, everything you did was targeted towards this one moment. All the dalliances little Billy put you through, where you had to stand by him because, well, there was that Clinton magic people were talking about. There was the defeat of your healthcare plan and the digs you had to put up with for your 'baking cookies' line.
So you went out and recreated yourself. Found a soft spot to land in New York State, a well known haunt for carpetbaggers ( the late Bobby Kennedy was a Massachusetts native. He was not a New York State resident and wasn’t registered to vote there; the state Democratic Committee had to give him permission to run for the Senate. He won, then four years later, made hi move for the Presidency.).So you moved in and you were off and running to a two term Senate gig. Then 2008 came beckoning and it was time to take your place at the table. Two term First Lady, two term Senator from the great state of New York and a Clinton - you had the chops to make it happen, to become the first female POTUS. There was only one thing left to do - get your party's nomination.
And then along cam a first term Senator from Illinois and guess what? What was 'rightfully' yours was no more. HE was accepting the nomination of the party YOU and your husband rebuilt and all you could do was smile, and wave. It hurt, damn right it hurt, but like Bill told you, as well as many others - you'll get your chance, even if it's in eight years from now.
So yo waited. You traveled the world as Secretary of State. You did what you had to do. Guess what? Bill was right.
It was your time.
You reveled in this, saw this as the crowning achievement of your life - and then you got the greatest gift of all.
The Republicans nominated Donald Trump.
No way. Really?
Donald Trump? THE Donald Trump?
Slam dunk. Done deal.
Three debates where you wipe up the floor with him and you walk into the White House, ready to redecorate.
Except - WHAT? You won't HAVE to embarrass him on the debate floor? He's doing it TO HIMSELF every time he opens his mouth? He's the gift that just keeps on giving. A better blueprint couldn't have been drawn up.
This is all raging through your mind as you sit there, thinking November 8th can't come fast enough.
And then, it arrives. Election day and night. The polls say it. Your friends say it. the pundits say it. Everyone but Michael Moore and Ann Coulter tells you, you're going to be Mrs President tomorrow morning.
Or not.
You know the rest. So picture this - your life's dream, all the sacrifices you made for this one moment - gone. And, chances are, there are no third acts to this play.
This is Greek tragedy level disappointment. This is beyond explanation. Don't sit there and troll me about how it's not combat or losing a loved one or war and pestilence. Don't be an idiot- I'm not trying to compare this.
I'm just saying I'm a human being. And while many seem to delight in helping Hillary wallow in public misery, I don't.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry your dreams got blown up. At one time in my life, so did mine. I'm sorry your failure was so public and so in your face. You had a right to privacy, to being alone, to taking time to absorb all this. I'm sorry people reported on your private moments of emotion.
I don't like you politically. I think the country would have been worse off if you had won. but as a human being, I can't imagine the pain of seeing everything you worked towards for years, fall apart in a few hours.
Like I said, trolls, stuff it. This is about being human and having a heart. Hillary Clinton isn't monster. She may not be my cup of tea, but she's done nothing to deserve the kind of public humiliation she's had to endure. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your pain and I hope that somehow, there are things in your life or personal moments to come where you will entertain the feelings of extreme joy and pride. Again, even though I don't think you make an able politician ( that being representing ALL the people) , I'm sorry you had to sacrifice so much human dignity (and I'm referring to that liar you call a husband) hoping it would all be nothing but a bad memory after a while.
Yes Hillary I feel badly for you. I'm sorry you had to endure it. And I hope the lessons you take forward will comfort you, for all time.
Sorry. I feel bad for Hillary.
No seriously, I really do.
Full disclosure - I don't like Hillary and didn't vote for her. Think she's a fraud and a charlatan with lousy communication skills.
That being said, I still feel for her.
Look, let's face it. Everyone except Donald Trump had it pegged that come the morning after Election Day, 2016, Hillary Clinton was going to be the 45th president of the United States. Period. You would have had to talked with Michael Moore or Ann Coulter to even FIND a person who thought Trump stood a chance.
I figured the popular vote to be about 59-41%, with Hillary winning about 335-350 electors. I told my friends I felt this was a miserable choice of candidates but could not see a way she doesn't take it home. Never did it occur to me that Donald Trump could win. Ever.
Sio picture this all from her point of view.
Everything that is the culmination of your work as an adult was about to come true. Literally, all you have to do is wait, say a few words, have Barack or Mrs O hand over the keys to the front door of the White House, and finally, you have a legacy established for yourself, just as you deemed it should be since you were in law school and thought that cute Clinton boy might have a future.
Everything you tolerated, everything you did was targeted towards this one moment. All the dalliances little Billy put you through, where you had to stand by him because, well, there was that Clinton magic people were talking about. There was the defeat of your healthcare plan and the digs you had to put up with for your 'baking cookies' line.
So you went out and recreated yourself. Found a soft spot to land in New York State, a well known haunt for carpetbaggers ( the late Bobby Kennedy was a Massachusetts native. He was not a New York State resident and wasn’t registered to vote there; the state Democratic Committee had to give him permission to run for the Senate. He won, then four years later, made hi move for the Presidency.).So you moved in and you were off and running to a two term Senate gig. Then 2008 came beckoning and it was time to take your place at the table. Two term First Lady, two term Senator from the great state of New York and a Clinton - you had the chops to make it happen, to become the first female POTUS. There was only one thing left to do - get your party's nomination.
And then along cam a first term Senator from Illinois and guess what? What was 'rightfully' yours was no more. HE was accepting the nomination of the party YOU and your husband rebuilt and all you could do was smile, and wave. It hurt, damn right it hurt, but like Bill told you, as well as many others - you'll get your chance, even if it's in eight years from now.
So yo waited. You traveled the world as Secretary of State. You did what you had to do. Guess what? Bill was right.
It was your time.
You reveled in this, saw this as the crowning achievement of your life - and then you got the greatest gift of all.
The Republicans nominated Donald Trump.
No way. Really?
Donald Trump? THE Donald Trump?
Slam dunk. Done deal.
Three debates where you wipe up the floor with him and you walk into the White House, ready to redecorate.
Except - WHAT? You won't HAVE to embarrass him on the debate floor? He's doing it TO HIMSELF every time he opens his mouth? He's the gift that just keeps on giving. A better blueprint couldn't have been drawn up.
This is all raging through your mind as you sit there, thinking November 8th can't come fast enough.
And then, it arrives. Election day and night. The polls say it. Your friends say it. the pundits say it. Everyone but Michael Moore and Ann Coulter tells you, you're going to be Mrs President tomorrow morning.
Or not.
You know the rest. So picture this - your life's dream, all the sacrifices you made for this one moment - gone. And, chances are, there are no third acts to this play.
This is Greek tragedy level disappointment. This is beyond explanation. Don't sit there and troll me about how it's not combat or losing a loved one or war and pestilence. Don't be an idiot- I'm not trying to compare this.
I'm just saying I'm a human being. And while many seem to delight in helping Hillary wallow in public misery, I don't.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry your dreams got blown up. At one time in my life, so did mine. I'm sorry your failure was so public and so in your face. You had a right to privacy, to being alone, to taking time to absorb all this. I'm sorry people reported on your private moments of emotion.
I don't like you politically. I think the country would have been worse off if you had won. but as a human being, I can't imagine the pain of seeing everything you worked towards for years, fall apart in a few hours.
Like I said, trolls, stuff it. This is about being human and having a heart. Hillary Clinton isn't monster. She may not be my cup of tea, but she's done nothing to deserve the kind of public humiliation she's had to endure. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your pain and I hope that somehow, there are things in your life or personal moments to come where you will entertain the feelings of extreme joy and pride. Again, even though I don't think you make an able politician ( that being representing ALL the people) , I'm sorry you had to sacrifice so much human dignity (and I'm referring to that liar you call a husband) hoping it would all be nothing but a bad memory after a while.
Yes Hillary I feel badly for you. I'm sorry you had to endure it. And I hope the lessons you take forward will comfort you, for all time.
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