Earlier Friday afternoon, Clinton told the editorial board of the Sioux Falls, South Dakota, Argus Leader that "My husband did not wrap up the nomination in 1992 until he won the California primary somewhere in the middle of June, right? We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California. I don't understand it," she said.
Done. I'm done with her. No more benefits of the doubt. No more "well politics is a rough sport" so she gets a pass when she says something nasty about a fellow Democrat, no more tolerating the vile undertone of racism with her "working white people vote for me" schtick while simultaneously calling herself the victim of sexism in the media, no more moving the goalposts as to what constitutes a win in this nomination battle, no more "caucus states, small states, red states don't matter" garbage, no more flip-flops on Florida and Michigan. That's it, I've had it. At best, invoking the memory of one of this nations most horrific moments displays a complete lack of judgement that does not befit a President. At worst, she has just said she is hanging around this nomination process just in case Obama gets shot. Disgusting.