After attending Hillary Clinton’s keynote address last night at the Democratic National Convention, it’s obvious that she casts a spell over her supporters.
As she spoke, I saw a young woman, white and late 20s, absolutely beam, as if in a trance or on ecstasy at a warehouse party.
Only it was Hillary in her yellow pantsuit spinning the mesmers — and basking genuinely in the attention no one doubts she felt she deserved for four long years instead of just one big night in Denver.
An impressive number of millions thought she should be president. Of those, no more than a handful sported Hillary tees and complementary scowls.
Unity seemed pretty darn unified. That’s despite the “sexy” storyline of division promoted Monday in the mainstream press and despite the best efforts of independent outlets like the bitter Salon.com (Rebecca Traister: let the anger pass!) to promote the mythical-or-not PUMAs (Party Unity My Ass).
In the last few days leading up to Hillary’s big night, PUMAs or anyone willing to act like one could have made enough in bribes from Salon and the Associated Press alone to pay for a year’s supply of…pantsuits?
If you are a Hillary supporter, of which there were many, many, many in this state, there is no one — not pundit, not Republican not Obama family member — who thinks Barack can win without you. And, in consolation, if you still would like some salve, please take heart that Hillary did not necessarily ride into the sunset last night dragging Bill by his ear.
For the Dems on Monday night it was the Kennedy family night. A couple more conventions down the road, don’t be surprised if Congresswoman Chelsea Clinton has a turn at the podium.
Chelsea introduced her mom this night, setting the stage for a sunrise on a continuation of this new Democratic political dynasty.
The woman in her late 20′s, in awe of and mesmerized by Hillary, was still transfixed toward the end of her speech when Hillary delivered a powerful line about her unconditional support for Obama. Did she applaud?
Yes.