AMONG the enduring criticisms of Hillary Clinton: His sense of right is without limits. She is deaf and doesn’t understand the average American — and has no cure. Her greed is insatiable.
Add to this a huge lack of self-awareness, and you have all the ingredients for the New York City launch of Hillary’s national book tour on Tuesday morning.
Thousands of people lined up outside the Barnes & Noble in Union Square, in the hope of meeting their idol. Some slept outside the night before. Clare Hogenauer, the elderly, the disabled upper east Sider, and he told me that he rented a downtown motel room nearby. “I don’t want to take a chance,” he said.
For Hillary supporters, this event was thought to be hail, a corrective, a moment of collective grief and healing.
“I’m excited for her book release, because it is something that I have never seen a candidate to deal with the defeat,” the 24-year-old Brandon Card told me. He was in the front of the line, having arrived outside last night at 10 in the evening, too excited to sleep. The book and the launch, said that “it has a lot to do with experience and self-help.”
Hillary the participants were willing to follow any directive. There have been many, and here, in part, were the written instructions: “A limited number of wristbands for entry will be distributed on a first-come, first-served basis, with the purchase of the featured title in the Barnes & Noble in Union Square. Hillary Rodham Clinton will sign copies of his new album, What Happened and 2017 for illustrated children’s edition of it Takes a Village, without exceptions or customization. You will sign up to two books per customer, one of which must be What Happened. No other book or memories please. Posed photos or selfies) will not take place … the Book of the purchase, and wristbands are both required to meet the author, without exception. Customers without wristbands will not be allowed to participate in any capacity.”
In other words, everyone is here to serve two purposes: To make sure that What Happened to debut at number one in the standings and the line in Hillary’s pockets. (At least it was not surcharging $US89-$US3,000 per head, as she is on the occasion of upcoming events.)
Hillary is the advertised arrival time was at 11, that has come and gone. Hundreds of people were written on an upper floor, with thousands more waiting outside in 27 degrees of heat. All the bags had to be checked, so that people do not have food or water. Yet most kept their enthusiasm: If not they could have Hillary as president, this was the next best thing.
Thirty minutes passed, then forty. And it wasn’t as if people could read Hillary’s book while waiting: They did not get their copy until they walked to the stage, where Hillary would be so generally sign.
Maybe it was for crowd-control reasons, or perhaps she would not be challenged to a part of the book is doozies, such as:
“Even if I never imagined running for office, for me …” (after her politically-charged 1969 speech was covered by Life magazine, his last work on the House judiciary Committee Watergate investigation, and his marriage with the politically ambitious Bill Clinton).
“To divert attention from its own ugliness, Trump has brought to our debate, according to three women who had accused my husband of bad acts decades ago …” Those “bad acts” were, presumably, sexual harassment and rape.
“When do not provide, will be even more cynical of the government.” — A shot to Bernie Sanders, who is actually a “physician, heal thyself”.
The reaction in his hotel room, election night, on her unthinkable loss of Trump: “One of the most strange of my life … a lively discussion that followed.”
“I understand why some people don’t want to hear anything that sounds remotely like ‘relitigating’ the elections” — in a book, and tour.
Back to event: Finally, just before noon, the crowd erupted, chanting “HILL-AREAS! THE HILL-AREAS!”, as Clinton sauntered, casually absorb the adulation, giving the crowd his patented smile and royal wave.
Between applause, Clinton made her way up to a raised platform, and then … she sat down and started signing. No hello to the crowd, no thanks for the hours of waiting — not to mention decades of support — the excuses for the or the recognition of a one-hour delay, or lose the most consequential elections in American history. Not a single word. He just started signing.
Waiting patiently for Hillary is to the right, mere feet from the stage, was a line of wheelchairs for the elderly. “Hey guys, I need everyone to move around in this way,” a member of staff direct, as if it were so easy. Another staff member hijacked a fan’s wheelchair, saying: “let’s go for a ride,” while moving the fan.
Another participant approached the officers. “She’s not going to talk about?”
“This is all you’re getting,” was the reply.
Yes, typical Clinton class was on display here.
This book, we are told, shows us a different Hillary, a humble candidate taking personal responsibility for his loss. But as it is not true — as we all know by now, she accuses Bernie Sanders, the Russians, James Comey, et. in his book of memoirs, in hawking, she can’t help but get back into shape. Wait for hours, sweat more, and loved everything that you want — popping the cash, nothing more.
And no matter what Hillary says, remember: You would love the chance to do it all again in 2020.
This article originally appeared in the New York Post and was reproduced with permission.