I have to admit it. I'm feeling sorry for Hillary Clinton. No, I'm not feeling so bad that I'd vote for her--nothing could make me feel bad enough to do that!--but I do feel just a tad bit down that dear Hillary has to face her dream collapsing right before her eyes.
Remember, this woman started the presidential campaign convinced that she was the shoo-in for the Democratic nomination. She was cocky and confident that no one could touch her. Then, as if by magic, Barack Obama, a virtual nobody, swooped in and stole her thunder. Overnight Hillary saw herself lose 11 straight primaries and/or caucuses and found herself fighting for her political life, something she was totally unprepared for. What was she to do?!
Hillary wants power. She craves it the way a starving wolf craves meat. She endured and continues to endure a marriage to a wanton and callous womanizer in order to stay in the loop of political might (and you thought she stayed with Bill for his looks). Power and the desire for it is the air Hillary breathes, only now her oxygen supply is being drastically reduced by a Black man from Illinois. Her lead in the polls has vanished; even some of her friends among the Democratic delegates have switched to Obama. If Hillary doesn't win Texas and Ohio today she's finished. This woman, who stayed married to Bill Clinton to reach political gold, will be finished. C'mon, you gotta feel sorry for her. Just a little bit.