In yet another sign that her campaign is over, the Washington Post reports that a good deal of the press and many of Clinton's supporters have pretty much stopped caring about her next moves. In a hilarious and sometimes sad article, Dana Milbank tells a new story of Hillary Clinton - that of an "Ex-Candidate." In chronicling a day in the life of the new-and-not-so-improved Hillary Clinton, Milbank shows just how delusional her campaign has become.
For the hilarious (and depressing) Clinton campaign antics, follow the jump...
In one of the saddest moments of the election cycle, Milbank tells this fine tale from West Virginia:
2:57 p.m., Yeager Airport, Charleston, W.Va.: A steep descent brings Clinton's plane to Charleston's hilltop airport. After an appropriate wait, she steps from the plane and pretends to wave to a crowd of supporters; in fact, she is waving to 10 photographers underneath the airplane's wing. She pretends to spot an old friend in the crowd, points and gives another wave; in fact, she is waving at an aide she had been talking with on the plane minutes earlier.
And the fun doesn't stop there!
She stops at Ellen's Homemade Ice Cream and orders a scoop of espresso Oreo and a scoop of butter pecan. "Ooh, that looks good," she says after taking the confection, then pauses. "Now, let's see. Who's got my money?" asks the woman who has lent her campaign $11 million to keep it afloat. She laughs. "Where -- where'd they go, the people with my money?" Finally, two aides arrive to retire Clinton's dessert debt.
And who can forget this crazy delusional moment?
9:06 p.m., still in the South Hall: The announcer has just introduced "the next president of the United States." And with the TV now turned off, it almost seems possible. The confetti guns are loaded and ready. The streamers hang from the ceiling. And the crowd -- now up to 500, all but about 10 of them white -- is rapturous as Clinton rebukes the "pundits and the naysayers."
So there we have it; not only is this race over, but it's become funny, awkward, and sometimes downright depressing. Surprisingly, it's tough to watch someone you fought so hard against fall so very hard. For me, it feels a little bit like when the Browns left Cleveland. I wanted them to lose badly, not die horrifically. But, I suppose this is politics.