Deep in my psyche, in the place that kind of misses the toothache I’ve been prodding at with my tongue, I am having a tiny little pang of missing Hillary. Not her, but hating her. Hating Hillary has been such a central political impulse for so long now — 15 years — and I have had to work so hard to keep it up as she became more appealing looking, less shrill, more human — I don’t really know what I will do with that newly freed strand of energy.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, ok?
The Dish 