‘They Were Never Going to Let Me Be President’
Covering Hillary Clinton’s campaign from before it started to the very last moment.
By Amy Chozick (New York Times – April 20, 2018)

Things were already looking bad when, several people told me, Chelsea Clinton popped the Champagne. It was just after 9 p.m. on election night and she was having her hair and makeup done in the family’s suite at the Peninsula hotel. She stopped to pour what someone said was Veuve Clicquot into everyone’s glasses, figuring that in a couple of hours Donald Trump’s run of early victories in red states (West Virginia, Oklahoma, Alabama) would end and the map would turn back in her mom’s favor.

Three hours later, the Rust Belt was awash in red, and somebody had to tell Hillary Clinton.

Supporters of Hillary Clinton watching results at the campaign’s election night event at the Jacob Javits Center in New York. Credit Todd Heisler/The New York Times

Robby Mook, the drained and deflated campaign manager, told his boss she was going to lose. She didn’t seem all that surprised.

“I knew it. I knew this would happen to me,” she said, now within a couple of inches of Mr. Mook’s ashen face. “They were never going to let me be president.”

OCS: Part of the problem was that Hillary believed that she should be coronated rather than democratically elected. That this was her turn at office. Part of the problem was that Hillary is truly unlikeable, unable to have a conversation without the person being selected and scripted. He disdain for law enforcement, military, and servants was palpable. Part of the problem was that Hillary was about pretending to champion women while defending her sexual predator rapist husband and destroying his accusers. Part of the problem was that Hillary was a crooked and conniving individual who conspired to interfere with the Bernie Sanders campaign and to mount a historic dirty trick on the opposition. Let us not forget that Hillary chose to use a private email server to avoid public disclosure and committed numerous felonies in the process; not to mention selling her office to those Russia-connected operatives who would enrich the Clinton Foundation and Bill Clinton personally. And, let us not forget that Hillary’s people believed data and models trumped campaign expertise and simply did not campaign in the key states that would have put her into the Presidency.

Thus we can only conclude that “they are the citizens who did not like what they saw in Hillary Clinton and preferred Bernie Sanders or Donald Trump. Trump, if for no reason other than he was not an unpleasant, crooked, lying, crony Marxist like Hillary Clinton.]

In July 2013, Jill Abramson, the former executive editor of The New York Times, put me on the “Hillary beat” ahead of the 2016 election. It was 649 days before Mrs. Clinton would announce she was running for president again, 1,226 days before she would lose to Mr. Trump.

Every major life decision in my 20s and 30s — when to get married, where to buy an apartment, whether to freeze my eggs until after the election — had revolved around a single looming question: What about Hillary Clinton?

[OCS: And the author wants people to believe that she is a well-respected, impartial reporter of the facts rather than the hyper-partisan hack she has proven herself to be?]

I figured that if anyone knew whom Mrs. Clinton was referring to with that insidious “they” that, like some invisible army of adversaries (real and imagined), wielded its collective power and caused her to lose the most winnable presidential election in modern history, it was me.

[Yea, verily – for I am an objective truth-teller that can separate the perception from the reality. NOT!]

They were the vast-right wing conspiracy. They were the patriarchy that could never let an ambitious former first lady finally shatter “that highest, hardest glass ceiling.” They were the people of Wisconsin and James Comey. They were white suburban women who would rather vote for a man who bragged about sexual assault than a woman who seemed an affront to who they were.

[OCS: Soviet-style class warfare. Dividing America by race and sex to get traction. It’s the way of progressive socialist democrats. As for James Comey, if it wasn’t for his machinations and misreading of the law, she would be conducting her interviews from her prison cell. And, no matter what Donald Trump may or may not have done, it pales in comparison to her rapist husband and his pedophile friends on the Lolita Express. Or the Kennedys, or Chris Dodd and others.]

And yes, they were political reporters (“big egos and no brains,” she called us) hounding her about her emails and transfixed by the spectacle of the first reality TV show candidate.

[OCS: If one were an honest broker, one might note that the entirety of politics was reality television – especially those staged congressional hearings where members roll-in, get their face time with inane questions, and roll-out to meet the media to explain what they really meant to say before the put their foot in their mouth.]

It’s dizzying to realize that without even knowing it, you’ve ended up on the wrong side of history. Months after the election, every time I heard the words “Russia” and “collude,” this realization swirled in my head, enveloping everything.

[OCS: This is not the time to mention history – because never before has the Democrat Party put up such an unlikeable and corrupt candidate for the nation’s highest office. The words “Russia” and “collude” are all part of the disinformation campaign designed to distract the American public from the fact that Hillary Clinton violated the Espionage Act as well as participated in giving 20% of America’s uranium production to the Russians.]

Now we have an administration with hardly an everyday American in it. We are all living through the chaos of the Trump presidency, and Robert Mueller continues to dig into the possibility of collusion between the Trump campaign and Russia. Hillary Clinton has settled into a surreal life of speaking at women’s conferences. I’ve started to see the “they” she spoke about on election night differently.

[OCS: Politicians are never everyday Americans. As for the chaos of the Trump presidency, perhaps it can be linked to Obama holdovers who are agitating and leaking to put forth a false narrative? Mueller has spend more than one year and millions of dollars trying to hang Trump, but has found nothing except peripheral matters that have no connection to the campaign and deal with people who are not Trump. Meanwhile, Mueller is not honest enough to investigate the Clinton-Russia links including her payment of a Russia-connected source (Fusion GPS) and Russian operatives who provided specious dirt on Trump and the Trump campaign.]

They were Facebook algorithms and data breaches. They were Fake News drummed up by Vladimir Putin’s digital army. They were shadowy hackers who stole her campaign chairman’s emails hoping to weaken our democracy with Mr. Podesta’s risotto recipe. And they were The Times and me and all the other journalists who covered those stolen emails.

[OCS: It is more likely than not that the emails were not hacked but released by a Sanders sympathizer. Which brings up the destruction of government property and emails by the Clinton lawyers; and the improper storage of government emails on Huma Abedin’s computer. Podesta’s own staff compromised his email – and you do not hear anyone suggesting that the information was not true and accurate.]

Of course, these outside forces wouldn’t have mattered or weighed so heavily on me, on the country, had Hillary Clinton, her campaign and her longtime aides — the same box of broken toys who’d enabled all of her worst instincts since the 1990s — not let the election get so close in the first place. The Russians, after all, didn’t hack into her calendar and delete the Wisconsin rallies.

[OCS: This is the money shot – Clinton herself and her arrogance did her in.]

I never told anyone this, but one time when I’d been visiting the Brooklyn campaign headquarters I found an iPhone in the women’s restroom. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed to belong to Mr. Podesta’s assistant because when I picked it up, a flood of calendar alerts for him popped up. I placed it on the sink counter, went into the stall, came out and washed my hands. I left the phone sitting there, worried that if I turned it in, even touched it again, aides would think I had snooped. This seemed a violation that would at best get my invitation to the headquarters rescinded and at worst get me booted off the beat for unethical behavior.

[OCS: Unethical behavior – by a New York Times’ reporter – unbelievable!]

I can’t explain why, in the heat of breaking news, I thought covering John Podesta’s hacked emails was any different.

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