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A agreeable night for either candidates…and a lovely last statement–now there’s a metaphor,
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In the end, I guess, Hillary Clinton made a elementary determination about herself tonight: She judged that it just wasn’t normal for her to attack, attack, attack–the xerox line was a lone exception, and she nearly seemed perplexed saying it–and that she ambitioned to be skillful to remember this campaign with pride, and be capable to look herself in the mirror.
The additional opener moment was the Commander in Chief question. Clinton was unable, alternatively disinclined, to say why she would be a better Commander-in-Chief than Obama and made a lame, peripheral case for herself: she had traveled a lot as First Lady, she had talked about women’s rights in China, the Serbs were burning our legation, there was a current government in Cuba…None of which really have to do with the Commander-in-Chief aspect of the job–that is, running the military. Obama’s respond was much better, focusing in on the real trouble spots–Iraq and Afghanistan, and on the depleted condition of the armed forces. It was a lusty statement that he then strengthened with his brilliant respond on the surge: it was a “tactical success” masking a “strategic mistake.” (Her answer had been mushy, forgettable.)
No doubt, different blowhards will say that she had apt destroy Obama tonight and didn’t…But they’ll be bad. If she had demolished him, she would have immolated herself. Those who argued for attack are dinosaurs, relics of a clunky pre-interactive politics that has slipped into the past this annual, a politics where advisers were considered clever if they could supply lines like the “xerox” gambit. That fair seems exceedingly over immediately. The Clinton movement is beginning to look pretty many over, too. It’s been one honorable exertion, by and colossal. She’s been one great, substantive applicant. But she’s essentially the same nominee she was final summer, maybe a morsel less confident,
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Morning Update: There’s a just sum of hemming and hawing within Swampcommenters about if Clinton plagiarized her final statement last night…from her husband. I don’t think so. First, “The hits I’ve taken are naught compared to the sufferings of…” trope has transform an oft-repeated political cliche since Bill Clinton accustom it in 1992 (and, for always I know, it may have been used ahead that–most of what passes for political rhetoric has been used ahead, modified, adorned and accustomed for the moment.)
But that expression wasn’t what was amazing approximately Clinton’s near. The most important–and altogether fresh–part was the vivid, well-told fable almost attending the ceremony at the naval hospital and seeing the maimed infantry enter,
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Clinton rarely is a moving spokesman, merely she was last night.
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