The unkindest cut

The DeeCee Clinton Democrats are out for blood, and one of them dropped this MacBeth-worthy dagger into Time Magazine's ear:

"Fundamentally, she is who she is; she can't change who she is, and maybe this is not her time."

Who said it? I don't know, but I'm sure if a body of a former Clinton insider shows up in Fort Marcy Park later this week we'll have a pretty good idea.

Yips! from Robbo: "Maybe this is not her time." As it happens, the Missus and I were discussing this very question at din-dins last evening. (The Missus is a moderate, fairly non-political person. Her take on She Who Must Not Be Named is that she would certainly like to see a woman become president, but not that one. SOOPER-SEKRET NOTE TO CLINTON CAMP: Remember all those moderate Republican women who were going to cross party lines to vote for Hill' in the general? Ain't. Gonna. Happen.)

My take is that while maybe this is not her time, she really doesn't have any other. Clintonism will, I think, go down in the history books as a footnote, a political fluke only made possible by the false peace of the 90's. For better or worse, SWMNBN is firmly tied to Bubba's legacy, and as it sinks, she goes with it. (This is also his worst nightmare, btw. Nemesis certainly knows where to place her daggers most effectively.)

If this is the case, she has no choice but to keep going now. And if her position continues to crumble, she'll have to go nuclear. Ft. Marcy Park isn't big enough for all the bodies of which she'll have to dispose if she expects to make it to the Oval Office.