In Brief: Hillary Clinton Mocks:
Really, Hillary Clinton? No, and, c'mon, really? Is this all you got? The last arrow in your quiver, the last bullet in your cartridge, the last rotten apple in your barrel? To make fun of your opponent because he dares to speak of hope and dreams?
When Clinton, pretending to preach like Barack Obama, said, "Now I could stand up here and say, let’s get everybody together, let’s get unified the sky will open, the light will come down, celestial choirs will be singing. And everyone will know we should do the right thing, and the world will be perfect, but I have no illusions about how hard this is going to be. You are not going to wave a magic wand and make the special interests disappear," she became every terrible mother who looks at her child who's shooting a basketball or pretend-singing in a microphone and says, "You'll never make it."
Oh, silly, starry-eyed Obama supporters, Clinton's trying to ruin your wet dream, she's trying to suck the life out of your party, and she desperately wants to shit in your corn flakes. The buzzkill to your Barack high, Clinton has decided that her role is to play the grown-up to all the stupid juveniles who think they might actually get a chance to upset the apple cart. She may as well be telling the teenagers in Bomont that dancing is against the law.
No, Obama's no Martin Luther King, Jr., but applied to King's most famous speech, Clinton's words might be, "I could stand up here and say that I have a dream, that I can just dream up a world where black and white children will play together, and then all my dreams'll come true and we'll let freedom ring and all of a sudden we'll be free at last. But I know how hard this is."
Jesus, it's like watching tumescent-cocked schnauzer try to fuck an unwilling tiger. There's a point where you just stop feeling sorry for the little bastard and realize it's gonna get what it deserves.