When the Democratic primaries began I was afraid the party faithful would pick Hillary Clinton as the nominee. She would have lost handily to any Republican nominee and energized the right wing base, creating coattails for GOP gains in Congress. As the primaries continued, it became apparent that Hillary probably wasn’t going to win the nomination. Yet, she continued. I then became angry at her campaign’s obvious racism and ugly tactics. Finally, she began attacking Obama like she was Karl Rove. At that point, I went from anger to hate. I despised the demon with every fiber in my body. But, again, my feelings have changed. Now I am bewildered and confused by her inability to face reality.

Her actions remind me of a couple of situations. The first is the execution of Ricky Ray Rector in 1992. Ricky killed a cop and then shot himself in the head. He survived, but was basically lobotomized. On the night of his execution, he set aside his desert (pecan pie) so he could come back and eat it when he returned from the electric chair. There may not be a more appropriate analogy for Hillary than Rickey Ray Rector. The only situation that comes close occurred in England during the time of King Arthur.



The race for the presidency was over in February. Then it was really, really over on March 5th, after the Ohio and Texas primaries. There was just no way Hillary would ever catch him in delegates after that day. But she kept on going. Six weeks later, she actually won Pennsylvania by 9 points, which only set her back further, and yet she continued on, in a delusional stupor. Finally, on May 6th, Hillary lost the nomination when Obama crushed her in North Carolina and tied her in Indiana. Now, everyone knows Hillary has lost - except Hillary.

The media declared the race over.

Yet, that did not stop Hillary. She has decided to continue on, despite this little thing called reality. And even though one of America’s main polling institutions has decided to just stop asking polling questions about her.

Well, that’s no reason to stop, is it? Hillary’s only hope is to convince the Superdelegates to overturn the will of the people and vote for her. She apparently is unaware that her 108 Superdelegate lead has evaporated and she now trails trails Obama in the party insider vote.

Since last Tuesday, Obama has picked up 20 Superdelegates and Hillary has picked up 1.5. And now Obama’s spokesman is sending out emails, seeking staff for the upcoming general election.

Just a guy who won the Democratic primary staffing up to take on the other party’s nominee, while a bag lady runs around in the alley screaming, “I’m the nominee, I’m the nominee.”

Obama has moved on. He’s no longer running against Hillary. Today he will fly to Michigan, where he will meet with state leaders to discuss seating the state’s delegates. Obama is doing so because he WON the Democratic primary.

The Obama campaign will not be fighting too hard for the final Democratic delegates. They don’t need to. They have decided to turn their attention John McCain – mostly because he’s the only opponent left.

Nothing to worry about, Hillary. Don’t pay attention to the fact that Obama is ignoring you and campaigning in Florida and Missouri.

Tuesday - Cape Giradeau, Missouri
Wednesday – Macomb County and Grand Rapids, Michigan
Friday – South Dakota
Saturday and Sunday – Oregon
Next week – Tampa, Orlando, Palm Beach County and Miami

This is the point in the movie where drunk brother keeps trying to fight sober brother, who wants nothing to do with it.

EXT. LAWN.

The brothers square off on the law. Sober Brother slowly backs up. Drunk Brother lunges and swings wildly at Sober Brother. Sober Brother easily ducks the blow.

SOBER BROTHER
I’m not going to fight you.

DRUNK BROTHER
You think you’re better than me?!

SOBER BROTHER
Stop. Dad wouldn’t want this.

Drunk Brother lunges again. Sober brother steps to the left. Drunk Brother misses and collapses face down in the flowerbed.

Sober Brother takes Drunk Brother’s car keys out of his pocket.

DRUNK BROTHER
(Sobbing into dirt)
Dad loved me more.

SOBER BROTHER
You can wash up in the bathroom. I put some sheets on the couch.

Sober Brother enters the house he alone inherited from their father.

DRUNK BROTHER
I’m sleeping right here. In my flowerbed! Forever!

FADE TO SADNESS

Like most drunks, Hillary isn’t so good with her money, either. She’s $20 million in the hole – and her enablers are telling her to keep the party going.

Right, no reason – except she lost. And she’s broke. And 11-year-old kids are selling their bikes to keep the party going.

This has moved from distressing to absurd to pathetic. Hillary Clinton is a walking, talking joke. Every time she enters a room, people should say, “Dead man walking.” Maybe then she’ll start to figure it out. I mean, I doubt it, but at least it's something.