A Class Act to the Bitter End

When this whole Democratic nominee process started, I didn't like Hillary that much. She seemed fake. And that was about as far as my distaste went.

Now I just can't stand her. Or rather, I can't stand the campaign that she has run. Even at the end, instead of gracefully bowing out and admitting that Obama would be the nominee, she goes on stage last Tuesday and says that she's not going to make any decisions that night.

And then proceeds to give her list of demands. Her not-so-thinly-veiled threat to Obama? Do what I want or my millions of voters won't go to your side.

So yes, I can only imagine the heartbreak of being so close and yet coming up short. But that's the game. Even gutter fighters have to know when to quit.