"Wake up, have your Starbucks, and concede, Senator Clinton. You're blowing your best last chance to be remembered as anything but self-absorbed and self-obsessed. She reminds me of the child who throws a tantrum at her sibling's birthday party and must get a gift, too."
Cross posted from my blog.
If anyone is more deluded than Hillary Clinton herself, it's the screaming fans at her speech in NYC last night, screaming "Denver! Denver!" in the hopes that their candidate will continue to selfishly muddle our party's chance to win in the fall.
Look. I understand. Your fighter lost, and it stings. Since I was old enough to vote, my election and primary choices have fallen in order like dominos: Gore, Dean, Kerry. Yes, she was a woman. I don't think she was the "right" woman, and neither did more than half of our party, or the handfuls of Independents and moderate Republicans who may end up making a difference in November.
The "right" woman would certainly have had the dignity not to hold some strange, last resort rally on the night of her opponent's triumph. Her stubborn refusal to hear the fat lady sing is an insult to the millions of people who have donated money and time to the campaign that, before February, was the underdog, the people who endured insults and jeers and rumors that their candidate was a Muslim, black racist, elitist, and foreign policy numbskull.
This bitter battle is over, and not on the Clinton family's terms, and that upsets them. She wanted a win, or a loss on her terms. She received neither, and if Obama and his advisors are as smart as I believe they are, she won't receive a VP nod.
Wake up, have your Starbucks, and concede, Senator Clinton. You're blowing your best last chance to be remembered as anything but self-absorbed and self-obsessed. She reminds me of the child who throws a tantrum at her sibling's birthday party and must get a gift, too.
There is no "I" in Democrat. Or, for that matter, Change, Hope, or Obama.