Adding a new level of surreality to an endlessly bizarre primary race, Hillary Clinton has discovered a strange and wondrous place where rivers run backward and the laws of physics and common sense have been repealed, a land where, as Lisa Simpson might observe, "they wear hats on their feet and hamburgers eat people": West Virginia.
Trouncing Barack Obama by 41 points in that state, Clinton found plenty of "hardworking Americans, white Americans" (borrowing her much-maligned phrase) who don't trust that funny-looking, elitist, closet Muslim who refuses to sleep with a flag pin embedded in his chest. It's appropriate that West Virginia's unofficial slogan is "almost heaven," because Clinton's presidential hopes have died. She just won't admit it yet.
Writing in the Washington Post, Dana Milbank offers a clever account of a Clinton campaign whose interpretation of the West Virgina outcome reflects a well-insulated reality distortion field: "She pretends to spot an old friend in the crowd, points and gives another wave; in fact, she is waving at an aide she had been talking with on the plane minutes earlier." Oh, and the article features a dead parrot, too.
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