"Look at me, I'm as misty as"...well, anyway it seems this moment has turned the tear into a Rorschach test for just about every person imaginable!
How fascinating to watch the reactions and unending analysis over what essentially was a slight show of emotion and vulnerability: Was it real? Was it fake? Was it planned?
What was it?! What does it say about us -- this fetishistic fascination with a loved and hated woman? Oh, the humanity. If it's weak to show real emotion and strong to show no emotion then maybe a robot should run for president (not counting Romney who, by the way, had public bouts of tearing up and wasn't called out for it).
If this is what sways elections then policy positions, experience, intelligence, a grasp of the issues and a vision for America are absolutely meaningless in this context.
Is he or she nice? Who would you have a barbecue with? Who would you date? Who could be left alone with your children? How real are their hunting skills? How does their spouse treat them? What do their kids look and act like? Who famous people are endorsing them, and of course what the candidate looks like is very important. Wow!
Are we still in high school or what? How can we as a nation be taken seriously if we treat our leaders as celebrities and not leaders. Not to mention the breathless frothing at the mouth of certain cable news personalities with their adolescent glee at every permutation in this campaign.
If ever there was a need to properly present the candidates and maturely educate ourselves and other voters, maybe there is some hope. But right now we are all caught up in things that have nothing to do with the real qualifications to run for office.
Let's just get it over with and have a swimsuit competition and a talent competition and very, very simple questions for our contestants. I mean candidates!