God knows, Senator, in this campaign, this nation has had to forgive you, early and often…
And despite your now traditional position of the offended victim, the nation has forgiven you.
We have forgiven you your insistence that there have been widespread calls for you to end your campaign, when such calls had been few.
We have forgiven you your misspeaking about Martin Luther King’s relative importance to the Civil Rights movement.
We have forgiven you your misspeaking about your under-fire landing in Bosnia.
We have forgiven you insisting Michigan’s vote wouldn’t count and then claiming those who would not count it were Un-Democratic.
We have forgiven you pledging to not campaign in Florida and thus disenfranchise voters there, and then claim those who stuck to those rules were as wrong as those who defended slavery or denied women the vote.
We have forgiven you the photos of Osama Bin Laden in an anti-Obama ad…
We have forgiven you fawning over the fairness of Fox News while they were still calling you a murderer.
We have forgiven you accepting Richard Mellon Scaife’s endorsement and then laughing as you described his “deathbed conversion.”
We have forgiven you quoting the electoral predictions of Boss Karl Rove.
We have forgiven you the 3 a.m. Phone Call commercial.
We have forgiven you President Clinton’s disparaging comparison of the Obama candidacy to Jesse Jackson’s.
We have forgiven you Geraldine Ferraro’s national radio interview suggesting Obama would not still be in the race had he been a white man.
We have forgiven you the dozen changing metrics and the endless self-contradictions of your insistence that your nomination is mathematically probable rather than a statistical impossibility.
We have forgiven you your declaration of some primary states as counting and some as not.
We have forgiven you exploiting Jeremiah Wright in front of the editorial board of the lunatic-fringe Pittsburgh Tribune-Review.
We have forgiven you exploiting William Ayers in front of the debate on ABC.
We have forgiven you for boasting of your “support among working, hard-working Americans, white Americans”…
We have even forgiven you repeatedly praising Senator McCain at Senator Obama’s expense, and your own expense, and the Democratic ticket’s expense.
But Senator, we cannot forgive you this.
“You know, my husband did not wrap up the nomination in 1992 until he won the California primary somewhere in the middle of June, right? We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California.”
We cannot forgive you this — not because it is crass and low and unfeeling and brutal.
This is unforgivable, because this nation’s deepest shame, its most enduring horror, its most terrifying legacy, is political assassination.
Martin Luther King.
And, but for the grace of the universe or the luck of the draw, Reagan, Ford, Truman, Nixon, Andrew Jackson, both Roosevelts, even George Wallace.
The politics of this nation is steeped enough in blood, Senator Clinton, you cannot and must not invoke that imagery! Anywhere! At any time!
And to not appreciate, immediately – to still not appreciate tonight – just what you have done… is to reveal an incomprehension of the America you seek to lead.
This, Senator, is too much.
Because a senator – a politician – a person – who can let hang in mid-air the prospect that she might just be sticking around in part, just in case the other guy gets shot – has no business being, and no capacity to be, the President of the United States.
Good night and good luck.
I would also recommend the post “why am i crying?” and a browse through the comments.
Update: the bulk of an interesting comment from this thread:
I used to view HRC with simple pity, with frustration at not recieving her inevitable nomination.
Now I view her more as a high functioning sociopath who craves power and lacks the ability to comprehend the true wrongness of her words or actions. All is allowed in the pursuit of the goal.
As a political animal driven by coldblooded ambition, I believe she is quite aware of the meaning of her words and feels no remorse for pain or upset they may have caused others. The moral capacity to feel such remorse is simply not present.
Unlike her opponent, she represents the very worst in all of us.
Update 2: And here is the music for her downfall:
It’s too late
She’s gone too far
She’s lost the sun
She’s come undun
Update 3: a great quote from this post:
This is her “Dean scream” moment. This is her “I voted against it before I voted for it” moment. This is […] her “macaca” moment. She can’t recover from this – even if she actually gave the most heartfelt apology and retraction and clarification and innocent explanation that she has ever given.
Update 4: snarky sarcasm can be fun ;)
When I referenced the Hindenburg…
…I was talking about the first twenty one minutes of the flight, not the part when it was set aflame and thirty-two people were burnt to a crisp.
I’m really, truly and wholeheartedly sorry if you were too stupid to figure that out and were somehow offended by what I clearly wasn’t actually saying.
Also… when I casually spoke of Abraham Lincoln’s assassination I was talking about how much I would have loved to see Laura Keene’s performance in Our American Cousin, not the fact that the President of the United states was shot in the head and died.
I think about Laura Keen and Our American Cousin almost daily.
She was never better than that night.
I’m sorry… and sad… that wasn’t apparent to someone like you.
And when I brought up the Bay of Pigs, its wasn’t to invoke the image of one of America’s greatest political disasters, but instead because I just love those porcine fuckers so much.
It was OBVIOUSLY about pigs and nothing more.
I’m so sorry you are a pinhead and missed that somehow.
Additionally my choice to talk about Pearl Harbor was not to invoke the harrowing imagery of a foreign power bombing America, but because Pearl Harbor is in Hawaii and my wife and I took a trip to Hawaii and while we LOVED it, we weren’t so much into the poi.
That’s why I had that look on my face when I said “Pearl Harbor”.
The POI not the war.
I’m sorry if you are a simpleton and couldn’t keep up.
And I don’t mention September 11th to try and terrify you into voting for me or to stir up hatred in Muslims or to justify a position I may have had on the Iraq War, but because September is my favorite month and 11 is my lucky number.
I always play 11 in the lottery. And sometimes 22, which is double 11.
If you KNEW me, that would be obvious.
I’m truly sorry you don’t know me.
Glad we could clear that all up!
And from the comments:
Jeff, I know when you mentioned John Wayne Gacy
You were just referencing your love for children’s party clowns.
I SO LOVE CLOWNS! Ha-Ha-Ha…
…just thinking of them makes me happy.