The Tracks of Her Tears

Maureen Dowd turns Hillary every which way but loose.

It's hard for me to believe that anyone would actually vote on whom they want to lead the country simply because she showed that she has real human emotions -- especially when she hasn't cried publicly about the soldiers dying in wars, her husband betraying her, or about anything other than the prospect of losing her best chance to run the country.

What's difficult to fathom is the depth of the narcissism that's required to continue to slog on and on and on with every thought, action and vote calculated only to help one ascend to the seat of power. How much personal independence and freedom of action and "selfhood" has Hillary been willing to sacrifice just to be in the position to grasp the reins of power? How much empty space must there be inside for someone to be so patently desperate to win?

To me, there's something a little scary about someone who clearly doesn't just want the presidency, but who needs it so badly that nothing she does or says can be trusted to be genuine or authentic, even her tears . . . except when they're mourning the seeming loss -- not of America's aspirations -- but of hers.