For the past year, I’ve predicted Hillary won’t be the Democratic nominee; I still doubt she’ll even run. As the Lion of Tuzla fumbles through her book tour, it’s easier to see the evidence for that counter-intuitive claim.
Yes, Hillary has mountains of cash, a ruthless political machine, ubiquitous name recognition, and a mostly loving press. She is “inevitable,” although less so than she was in 2008. But these vast advantages still aren’t enough to overcome Hillary’s fundamental flaw: she’s a horrible candidate.
Horrible doesn’t quite cover it. Hillary is an atrocious, contemptible, dreadful, execrable, ghastly, heinous, insufferable, lousy, piteous, repellent, rueful, shoddy, unholy, woeful and wretched candidate. And she’s a terrible liar.
Hillary is the anti-Bill, sucking the life out of every room with her joyless laugh, frosty demeanor, tinny voice and tinnier ear.
Whether she “don’t feel no ways tahrred,” pleads poverty from her Georgetown and Chappaqua compounds, or wonders what difference it makes that al Qaeda sacked an American consulate on 9/11, the more America sees of Hillary, the less we like her.
As national Democrats relearn this fact, expect to see panic at the DNC and sharp elbows from second-tier liberals.