The "Hillary" Zone

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity, it is the middle ground between light, and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area we call The Hillary Zone.


Picture if you will, the morning of August 24, 2008 in Denver Colorado, the first day of the of the Democratic National Convention. But to a physically and emotionally exhausted Hillary Rodham Clinton this is jus another hotel room in another city in this endless meat grinder of a campaign she is waking up in. And this campaign is just beginning.

She had been looking forward to this convention for a long time though. All of the blood sweat and sacrifice had been worth it. And this campaign had been bloody.

Hillary reached for the phone and called for room service and ordered her coffee and paper which was not in her room already for some unknown reason this morning. She decided to put on CNN this morning, almost dreading what she would see.

More American’s dead in Iraq, more people losing their homes, gas prices higher by the day. Her only consolation being that she was confident things would be different now. After the election life would be very different with a Democratic majority in both houses and a Democratic President.

Maybe she would call Barak later this morning. Ever since they had worked out that pesky math issue, they had resolved to put their differences behind them. And although it was true that the campaigns had become too bloody to entertain Vice President there was definitely the possibility of a cabinet position. The one thing both of them were strongly committed to was bringing the country together to beat the Republicans in the fall.

The day was a dizzying rush of phone calls and press conferences.

“Yes, both Barak and I are so happy that this has been resolved is such a mutually satisfying way. The meetings scheduled earlier today are merely a formality to go over our strategy going forward.”

The night of the convention finally arrives and the excitement in the air is palpable. This has been the best possible resolution. No protester no more anger, just unity in the face of the most important election of our generation.

Hillary, Bill briefly see Barak and Michelle and wave warmly to each other. Barak motions that they are going to wait back stage for their entrance that Hillary knew was choreographed by the DNC to show the new united front the Clintons and Obama’s were going to demonstrate to the Democratic Party and the world.

Hillary turned to take Bill’s arm and go back stage but he had disappeared. It took her about fifteen minutes to finally find him giving an interview with a reporter fro Arkansas who he didn’t feel right about putting off.

Hillary hissed in his ear that after the sacrifice and hard work she did not intend to be late for this announcement.

The Secret Service hustled them through the crowds of press and campaign staff members, and they made it back stage just in time to hear Howard Dean making his introductory speech.

He spoke of this campaign walking the edge of a knife and threatening to divide the party. He spoke of the rules committee and their agony over Michigan and Florida and keeping the integrity of the process in tact. They also heard arguments about the validity of caucus states and delegate counts. He went on to say that “Hillary and Barak in the end had shown their integrity, love for the country and their appreciation for the facts to decide between themselves who should step aside.”

“As much as we value their team work and their example of how the Democratic Party should work the Rules Committee met and decided that the voters of Florida and Michigan were in fact being disenfranchised and the logic behind caucus states was flawed at best.”

Hillary felt a knot in her stomach. This was completely different from what was discussed. She had been resolved. This threatened to open up old wounds that had been healed through much work and compromise.

Dean went on to say “We also took into account who won states like Pennsylvania, West Virginia and Kentucky. These are traditionally Red States and we will need them in the fall. So really the number of states isn’t as important as which states they are. We need to appeal to those voting blocks in order to ensure a win in November.”

Hillary couldn’t even look across the stage at the Obama’s.

“So after much consideration and discussion, we have decided that the Democratic nominee for President should be BARAK OBAMA!”

Hillary gasped as she woke and almost jumped out of bed.

She looked at the calendar, it was still May. Her heart was pounding in her chest, she realized “Maybe I would feel differently if this were the other way around.”

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