Twenty-five years on, and Bill Clinton is still the only reason for Hillary’s existence in national politics.
Because she married the right man, she was able to convert his success into a carpetbagging stint holding down a Senate seat from New York.
Then, her imperious sense of entitlement cost her the presidency in 2008. But she was able to convert that rebuke into a handsome consolation prize — a payoff for her troubles — as Barack Obama’s secretary of state.
Her tenure was truly magical. She managed to take a global stage that could not have been any worse — and somehow made it so much worse. Forget ex-President George W. Bush — who ever would have thought the world might pine for the good ol’ days of Moammar Gadhafi? Or that Vladimir Putin would be our 50 percent ally in Syria?
Now, running for Bill’s third term, Hillary Clinton has launched her opening salvo against Mr. Trump. Curiously, she is accusing him of being “sexist” — a breathtaking charge considering the glass house in which she lives and the cad of a husband she chose when it comes to that particular human failing.