June 10th, 2016
Elizabeth Warren endorsed Hillary Clinton for the Democratic Nomination last night. This morning she was spotted walking into Clinton’s home, for breakfast and a pow-wow. I’m in shock, but I had wondered why she hadn’t endorsed Bernie up until now. I had thought, as close as they had been-- that she’d be on his side through this. I’m hoping this is part of the plan; she’s gone undercover to infiltrate the Clinton campaign and take it down from inside. She can’t just be flipping sides. I think I’d die a bit…
Both she and Clinton have tweeted “Delete your account,” at Donald Trump. It seems to imply that they have some kind of leverage, but as of right now, we’ve got no idea. This fight is about to get dirty. I can’t wait to see what the republicans do to Hillary. She’s going to be bloody and gasping for breath at the end of this, if she and Trump manage to get through it at all. It’s difficult to believe that there’s enough security in the world to keep them both alive, but apparently, there is.
I had this crazy thought that maybe this is how it’s supposed to go. Clinton and Trump concocted this crazy scheme to get her to the White House, and his insane popularity and rise was more accidental. We’ll see what happens, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s not in it in November. He can’t honestly want a job this difficult; with zero experience, he’ll likely look foolish, and his ego hates that. And, there’s obviously a skeleton or two in the closet…
The waiting is killing me. We’re regrouping after the massive lies and deceit of the California primary. It’s great that we’ve got a minute until the convention in Philly. The Berniecrats need time to game plan. There’s talk of a migration to the Green Party with Jill Stein. She’s a good cat, but it’s always been a pipe dream, she’s so completely, gloriously left. I can’t believe my dearest dream of a Sanders/Warren ticket is dead. I know it’s silly, but it’s like the end of a fairytale you’d rather wouldn’t have ended. It smarts in my nose, and brought tears to my eyes.
Thank God for Nina Turner.
Thank God for the Berniecrats.
California hurt. I read something to this effect: "We were shocked, we were stunned. But we are as furious as hornets, and whoever just smashed the nest had better start running." It made me smile.
I'm Jane Malone.