Trump seemed like the amateur he is, up against the consummate polished, status quo politician that is Hillary Clinton. She calmly and icily sliced him to ribbons—and she would have done the same to any Republican who could have won the nomination. (Just imagine: low-energy Jeb? Boyish Rubio? The inhumanly aggravating Cruz? She would have slaughtered them just as gleefully as Trump.)Standing there in her white pant suit, Clinton reminded me of Donald Sutherland's white-suited portrayal of President Snow in Hunger Games. Clinton's icy calm was reminiscent of Snow's manner toward heroine Katniss in their early encounters.
I begin to think of this election as the opening round in the conflict between the districts and Panem, the capitol. That is, the opening round in a protracted conflict between everyday Americans and the scornful gilded uniparty elite in Washington.
Caveat: In life, unlike a novel or film, the good guys (and gals) don't always win.
