Only it’s not funny. It comes down to the meltdown we’ve seen twice before: either
(a) she was unable to surround herself with a team of competent advisors and managers, or
(b) she did surround herself with a team of competent advisors and managers and she just didn’t listen to them.
Either one is disqualifying.
Where did it all go so wrong?
Medicare-free-for-all. She should have differentiated her health care plan from Bernie’s, which she never did (same plan, but with footnotes). And she should have gone on the offensive with those who said people can keep their current plans if they want: “They can promise that, but they can’t guarantee it. Let’s be real: What if half the people on a private plan decide they like the public option better? Can the private plan survive? Probably not.”
Image. She just didn’t exude presidential-ness. Didn’t anybody tell her, “Dress for the job you want, not the job you have?” She always looks like the junior girls’ P.E. teacher who just rushed onto the stage at the last minute because the dodgeball tournament ran overtime. Male or female candidate for higher office, a stylist is not a frivolous expenditure. If Nixon had had one in 1968, JFK might have lived to a ripe old age.
On the plus side, she did the party a great service by pulling the plug on Michael Bloomberg’s self-driving hovercraft. Pfffffttt.
Is it too late to salvage her campaign? Maybe be the compromise nominee if no one has the magic 1991? Maybe toss her delegates to the one she wants to crown? It’s still kinda early. Maybe.
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