It’s very palpable now.
Before it was cautious murmuring intended to gently nudge Hillary Clinton into understanding the realities of her situation.
On one of my endless jaunts around the country I remember driving through Pennsylvania in the wee hours of the morning. I hit a deep and thick fog. You could sense the fog. Light from my headlights breached mere feet of it.
As I was driving my tire blew out.
There I was on the side of the road.
No light.
Standing beside my car.
It was as if I had gone blind.
Sensory deprivation was complete.
There was only the briefest sound of a semi rocking me with wind as it wooshed by once a half hour.
In time not only did I breathe the fog, I could feel it blanket me. I could taste it in my mouth as I inhaled.
When I wander through the hardcore liberal blogs I feel dejavu.
It is no longer a murmur.
There is a tactile aspect to Hillary Clinton’s defeat.
A somber depression has settled over the Democratic Party.
There is only defeat in November unless they stop it now.
Not in June.
Now.
There is the growing sense that the damage from waiting has grown more expensive than the damage from ending Clinton’s war now.
Make no mistake about it, Hillary Clinton is at war.
My suspicion is that after Pennsylvania, there will be no “more.”
It will end.
Long before June.
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