Hillary Clinton is only getting more miserable in her defeat.
Her grief is hilarious. Think about it. Not just if you were in her position, but if you were her and in her position. All night she dreams about it. First thing in the morning it hits her like a ton of bricks. All day long it presses on her mind. While she eats dinner. While she beats Bill. Always beset by the constant ring of defeat and failure. Of what could have been. Of what will never be.