It's 3 a.m. in the morning and I'm shooting my mouth off. Bill and Chelsea are fast asleep but I can't. So I get up, walk out of the bedroom and look out the living room window.
I've just lost the Presidency. All that I've worked for for so many months, and probably thought of, for so many years. And what did me in? No Obama, that guy who just came out of nowhere and pulled the rug out from under me. Not the press and the swiftboaters. No. I did it all by myself. It's 3 a.m. in the morning and I just shot myself...in the foot.
Ow.
My spirits were buoyed a bit by that website "HillaryIs44.org" which championed my cause and demeaned my opponents for a change. But then I noticed the site kept on saying how wonderful McCain is, and that if I should lose the nomination, my supporters should flock to him. That's when I read in DailyKos that the site had connections with the Republicans...sigh. Even my activist supporters are fakes.
What should I do? Dip into Bill and my piggy bank and pay off our 25 million dollar debt and get out? Quit?
But I'm not a quitter.
But is it quitting when you jump out of a car that's going off a cliff? Isn't that just common sense?
Sigh.
I don't know.
Good thing the media is so predictable. They want a fight, so they're keeping me alive. But somehow I feel like a brain-dead husk just kept alive to give some fanatical Evangelical group good PR.
Maybe it's time to pull the plug? Just get out. Maybe I should put my energy on something more rewarding. Like putting Rove, Bush, Cheney and all those crimminals behind bars.
The country is just not into me.
Sigh.
It's 3 a.m. in the morning. I think I'll call Obama and give my congratulations.