The concession speech was eloquent. I’ll give her that.
But that is all she’ll get from me.
I have no sympathy, compassion or empathy for Hillary Clinton. Her loss is hers and hers alone to bear.
I voted for her, yes. Not because I liked her, not because she was a woman, not necessarily because she was a democrat. But because I couldn’t, in good conscience, put a man in office who seems to leave nothing but destruction in his wake and has demonstrated almost no reasoning skills.
I honestly could care less that she lost, her candidacy was as contrived as Cinderella’s slipper on an ugly step-sister.
I care very deeply that Donald Trump won. I am mostly concerned for our international affairs and alliances, as well as the multitudinous probability that we will be at war again within 24 months. I despair over freedoms that have been hard fought and won, dissipating rapidly like steam. I will inwardly cringe, as a writer, from now on.
The historian in me is in agony over the thought that we will possibly, probably, never be the same again.
And for that, I blame only and solely Hillary Rodham Clinton. She put her hunger for notoriety above the welfare of the nation and manipulated the system to achieve it. Aware of her flaws, her husband’s past, and her vulnerabilities, she affirmed to every Clinton hater that yes, they really are only after power and money.
So Hillary gets nothing from me…no sympathy or empathy or pity. On the upside, the Democratic party gets all of me, to effect change and prepare a future I can be proud to leave to my grandchildren.