The Audacity of Hopelessness

Frank Rich pretty much nails it. We don't want to get too far ahead of the story, because the Clintonistas have this reputation of being the zombies that wouldn't die. That being said, you have to admit that the inevitable, ascendant jet made of teflon, call it ClintonBus, is in a tailspin:

Clinton fans don’t see their standard-bearer’s troubles this way. In their view, their highly substantive candidate was unfairly undone by a lightweight showboat who got a free ride from an often misogynist press and from naïve young people who lap up messianic language as if it were Jim Jones’s Kool-Aid. Or as Mrs. Clinton frames it, Senator Obama is all about empty words while she is all about action and hard work.

But it’s the Clinton strategists, not the Obama voters, who drank the Kool-Aid. The Obama campaign is not a vaporous cult; it’s a lean and mean political machine that gets the job done. The Clinton camp has been the slacker in this race, more words than action, and its candidate’s message, for all its purported high-mindedness, was and is self-immolating.