In the movie Logan's Run (1976), everyone who lives in the city, a glass and neon oasis within a post-apocalyptic ruin, has a Life-Clock crystal that tells them how long they have to live. It's a horrifyingly practical solution to the threat of overcrowding: thirty-year life spans. And when the crystal blinks red, it's Last Day, time to die. Most city-dwellers celebrate Last Day. Young and beautiful, they are confident that they will be "renewed" to live again.
But some, particularly those reaching the end of their Life-Clocks, know literally or instinctively that the blinking red crystal portends death with no resurrection, and they try to breech the city seals and escape to "Sanctuary." They are called "Runners." Chasing after them, "Sandmen": hunters who put Runners to sleep.
That, to put it simply, is what's happening in the Democratic primary.
Hillary Clinton outlasted a crowded field but is now reaching the end of her political life span. She looks at Barack Obama, that young and beautiful Chicago wunderkind, and knows that her crystal is blinking red. She has run and run. No safety could be found in North Carolina. She hoped for sanctuary in Indiana, but she only found a brief respite. The Sandmen are close behind, ready to terminate her campaign. And as this embedded video indicates, serious media pundits are concluding that it's time for the Clinton campaign to be put to sleep. I hate to sound cruel, but in a race whose drip-drip rhythm is nothing less than tortuous, I agree.