You know that political press corps that the Clintonistas have already sold to the Democratic base as a savage band of incurable Clinton-haters who rise each morning with nothing but happy visions of dismembering Hillary in the coming day, limb by falsely scandalous limb? Hillary spoke to that press corps last night, dropping some pretty good lines along the way: "An evening with a room full of political reporters. I thought to myself, what could possibly go wrong?"
And how, as the Clintonistas might put it, and François Rabelais did, did the press corps' band of babblers, snaggle-teeth, crazy carrot-heads, scabs, shit-a-beds, boors, sly cheats, lazy louts, fancy fellows, drunkards, braggarts, good-for-nothings, dunderheads, nut-shellers, beggars, sneak-thrives, mincing-milksops, apers of their betters, idlers, half-wits, gapers, hovel-dwellers, poor fish, cacklers, conceited monkeys, teeth-clatterers, dung-drovers and shitten shepherds react?
"Clinton," reports Time magazine, "received a standing ovation."