Today, I witnessed the death of a political career. I watched in horror as a campaign that once lifted my spirits, challenged me to hope, to dream, to have faith in my brothers and sisters, came to a swift and violent end. I had heard all the chatter about there being no way any candidate could overcome such vicious assaults. I had seen the seemingly endless loops of bad stories, stupid gaffes, and depressing polls that had taken over cable news. Despite all of this, I remained steadfast in my support, unwavering in the face of all the negativity.
This man was different. This man had something special. This man was going to elevate the political process and bring this nation out from the darkness and back into the light. This man would not be tarnished by cheap personal attacks. He was strong. He was wise. He could overcome anything.
I was convinced that he was finally starting to turn things around even though he had been backed into a corner. He was going to resurrect his campaign once again.
But then he made the single greatest mistake of his entire political career, swiftly putting the final nail into his own coffin.
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