Imagine sacrificing your personality for power. Imagine having to personify a stereotype, whose kitchen cabinet is just that: not a brain trust of domestic advisers, but a picture of domesticity; of a housewife who struggles to look the part—who never manages to play the part—no matter her change in clothes or her use of cosmetics, because her changes are of a purely cosmetic nature; of a spouse who softens her eyes without changing her vision, switching her glasses for contact lenses; of a myopic figure who squints, not because she cannot see, but because she deplores what no one will ever see—her signature as president of the United States. Imagine the rage of Hillary Clinton.
Never has someone accused so many of so much wrongdoing—of having done her wrong—while trying to absolve herself of wrongs against the nation.
Never has one person faced so many enemies, from those who conspired since the day her husband announced for president to the day a patsy almost destroyed the presidency; because an intern, who was eager to get on her knees, was reluctant to roll over; because another woman, that woman, proved that the commander in chief was not innocent of high crimes and misdemeanors.
Never has one person lost so many votes by insulting so many voters.
Never has the “lightness” of being—of being so free to be so flippant—been so hard for so many; as the poor are invisible to a woman who says she was “dead broke,” just as the opponents of Islamic terror are Islamophobic and the critics of gay marriage are homophobic.
Never has someone been so open about her closed-minded attitude about not being civil.
Never has someone made it to so acceptable to attack “the dregs of society.”
Never has someone made it so easy to support Donald Trump.
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