Nobody Knows Anything

Who’s Crying Now?

Before New Years Gloss over-confidently predicted:

Of course, by the time I get back, at least one of the major presidential candidates will be having a Howard Dean-style Iowa meltdown, so I’ll probably be racing to finish some hilarious remix to post on YouTube in the sad, vain hope of getting Jeanne Moos’s attention. 2008 is going to suck.

As with everything on this site there was no intention of following through, but lo, the constancy of the Internet’s malicious humor does provide:

This was The End of Her. An e-mail I received Monday afternoon had the subject line, “She’s Toast.” Either her sob was calculated, rolled out to complement her Sunday Morning talk show laughing fit as demonstrating the suite of acceptable Human Emotions, or it was genuine, which was worse. Consensus had it this was her Muskie moment, when in fact it was her Checkers speech.

Maureen Dowd has the right analysis today (why does it seem she’s only on when it comes to the Clintons?):

But there was a whiff of Nixonian self-pity about her choking up. What was moving her so deeply was her recognition that the country was failing to grasp how much it needs her. In a weirdly narcissistic way, she was crying for us.

Clinton Agonistes. A more recent precedent than Eisenhower’s Nixon shrewdly begging for sympathy would be the first Bush-Gore debate in 2000, when the V.P.’s trounce of the forensically challenged Republican candidate played to the victim’s favor. That moment showed that Wounded Puppy plays better on TV than Confident and Skilled. Or Clean and Articulate.

Huffington Post: Clinton: Tearing Up “Could Well Have Been” My Turnaround
Dowd: Can Hillary Cry Her Way Back to the White House?
CJR: Play Misty for Me


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