Hillary Clinton accepted the Democratic Party’s nomination for president last night. To quote Joe Biden from 2010, “this is a big f^cking deal.”
All through this campaign–and as some of you may recall, throughout the 2008 campaign season too–I’ve been disgusted by the irrational hatred that people direct towards Clinton and her supporters in the face of the facts and her obvious qualifications for the presidency, from both the left and the right. (But let’s face it: it’s 90% coming from Republicans and other conservatives, with only a token amount from fellow Democrats, liberals, or leftists, who proved themselves to be as impotent as still-anesthetized neutered kittens this week in Philadelphia.)
I’ve been dreading the general election for this reason too, but this week’s Democratic National Convention was so successfully optimistic and forward-looking that I’m trying to do a little mental jujitsu on myself. I’ve decided, after another great Democratic president, Franklin Delano Roosevelt in his second inaugural address, to “welcome their hatred” for the Democratic nominee. Perhaps we should see it as yet another strength of Clinton as a political candidate and as a leader that she’s catching so much flak. After all, the vast majority of it from people who are just truly, deeply wrong and/or possibly bad people.
In my experience as a woman, it can be a problem if no one dislikes or resents us, because the only reason people don’t dislike us is that they don’t see us as important or at all powerful. That’s why women who have no real power are so well-liked: they’re completely non-threatening to anyone.
So, let’s do this, friends. At the very least, the mental and emotional breakdowns of all of the Clinton-haters out there will be such an incandescent dumpster fire to behold come the morning of November 9, 2016. I’ll bring the hot dogs and marshmallows, and it will be a party!