Hillary Clinton announced her candidacy today. Everybody knew it was coming. The anticipatory mood was like waiting for a sagging roof to collapse.
I have to say that I think the Democrats ought to be just a little worried to have all their eggs in this basket. Mrs. Clinton has an awful lot of liabilities — I won’t enumerate them here, because I have other things to do this week — and any one of them, let alone their cumulative tonnage, might be enough to sink her between now and the convention. (I say “the convention”, and not “the election”, because I don’t think she will even end up being the Democratic nominee.) Hell, she might even ship too much liquor some quiet Westchester evening and fall down the stairs. (From basket to casket.)
So, if she’s not there come Election Day, what have the Democrats got? I’ll tell you: bupkis, that’s what. Doesn’t this fact trouble them, just a little?
Mind you, I might be coming round to Hillary’s camp myself. As I mentioned in a comment last month, “there are times — and they are more frequent now — when I think that the only way to move beyond this tottering wreck, and begin to build whatever we can upon its rubble, is to help it fall, as quickly as possible.” If that’s the goal, then Hillary’s the gal.