One of the complaints about Hillary’s candidacy is that another Clinton presidency would put us through four (or eight) more years of drama. The tale of Bill and Hillary is always one of angst, lies, and betrayal–the stuff of bad soap operas. And the campaign so far has been emotionally exhausting: gaffes from Bill, Hillary’s tall tales, staff members publicly at each other’s throats.
But now that we’ve seen Barack and Michelle Obama in action, it’s not clear an Obama presidency would be any better: the ministers, the left-wing extremists, the put-upon wife, the imperious husband, each day’s perceived racial slight. What’s more, we have already seen that at an extremely young age Obama wrote a book about . . . well, about himself. But unlike most memoirs, which recount great successes and professional and personal achievements, he hadn’t done much of note at the time. His personal identity drama was and still is his obsession–and could be America’s as well, come November. Is that a huge improvement on Clintonian psychodrama?
