Pensieri di un lunatico minore

Exiting sans grace

Today, the Democratic primaries are over, and while the election was not as lopsided as it may have been in some past primaries, the final tally is quite clear: Clinton lost, and the gap is insurmountable without a “miracle”. If that’s her claim to electability—that she might benefit from a miracle—then it’s an even more laughable proposition than one might presume.

In the end, for all the attempts to plummet the discussion into technicalities and “ifs”—if we don’t count caucuses, if we count states that broke the rules and she agreed wouldn’t count—she lost on the only measure that matters in the primary: delegates. While we might wish the process were different, or that the general election were run on popular votes, it isn’t, and arguing that a fantasy win is more valuable than winning according to the rules is simply absurd.

What cinches it for me, though is the difference between the way the two candidates close the primary process. Obama offers kind words, complements and thanks to Clinton; then he proceeds to lay out a broad, inclusive, vision for the nation. Clinton spins, says nothing kind about her opponent and bathes her supporters in senseless platitudes. In the end, it is all about her. Even the absurd concept of having people go to her website and “tell her what she should do” is nothing by a narcissistic obsession that will fuel even more grandiose pathological behavior by supporters who want to claim “the man” kept her from winning.

Just pathetic.