I listened to Hillary last night. Next time Obama ought to invite McCain.
If a political convention could be compared to a wedding, the candidate would be the bride and the delegates the groom. At this wedding, Hillary played the role of jilted ex-girl-friend being a good sport to the hilt.
Jilted Hillary wanted the groom to know just what he (they) was missing. The delegates responded to her passion with loud cheers. She regaled them with every program she had ever offered, with heart rending campaign stories – they were enthralled. Even the newscasters were shouting, “She hit a homerun!! A five hundred foot ball!!” Will they shout like that for Obama?
Basically she gave the nomination acceptance speech she has practiced for sixteen years – throwing in a few kind words for the lucky bride. Hillary left no doubt that she would shed no tears if the bride took a fatal tumble down the church steps. She’d be there to comfort the groom – now or four years from now.
It was instructive to observe Michelle OBama’s face during Hillary’s performance. Michelle is nobody’s fool, and her face showed it.
Both she and Hillary know that a candidate can be torpedoed by a rival in his own party. It’s risky. Reagan did it to Ford in 1976 and took all the marbles in 1980. Ted Kennedy did it to Carter in 1980 and wasn’t even considered in ’84 or ’88.
Will it succeed this time? Who knows. But it’s fun to watch.
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