I was reciting the oath of office last night as I am wont to do (often a mirror is involved), and I was struck by the fact that nowhere does it specify that the president has an obligation to serve the best interests of the people. The Constitution yes, but not the people. Hillary Clinton must have also noticed this one night as she read over the oath of office that had been monogrammed on her towels. How else to explain her seemingly brilliant strategy of not caring about the "people" part of the voting process?

Why bother opening campaign offices in places like Idaho or Alaska when they have so few electoral votes? Why bother running for senator of a state that you've actually lived in when you can represent people that you know nothing about, but who live in a large and high profile state? Why oppose sending people to die in a war when it would potentially hurt your future presidential campaign to do so? No, Hillary didn't serve as the authority of the people; Hillary served the will of getting Hillary Clinton elected president. And it almost worked, too. (Boy, I've never been more in love with the past tense than I am right now.)

But then the primary actually started, and lo, it turns out there is in fact a price to pay for selfish hubris. Who knew?

Who knew America would actually hold a candidate accountable for their actions? Who knew that at a time of crisis, with the eyes of the world watching, America would choose the road less traveled? But, as with season two of American Idol, the voters ultimately chose the black man over the white woman: It's like I don't even know who America is anymore.

Before we celebrate, though, let us pause for a moment to eulogize the vanquished.
The way she bravely persevered through a campaign in which she had the most name recognition, experience, and the front-runner status was remarkable. And by entering a contest and then not winning that contest, largely through her own doing, she showed us the very meaning of courage. How she was able to achieve what she did with only the meager advantages of a starting edge in popularity, superdelegates, and the most powerful name in Democratic politics, I'll never know. She should serve as an inspiration for us all.

But sadly, that inspirational journey from Wellesley, to Yale Law School, to the Arkansas Governor's Mansion, to first lady, to senator, to a woman groveling for any meager scrap Obama might throw her way has come to its end. And it's all so very tragic. She was a woman who had so much, but wasn't satisfied. And so she, along with her husband, in their thirst for power, allowed their ambition to overtake their better natures and drive them to try and obtain higher office at any cost. But ultimately, that cold, soulless ambition sadly became their downfall. It's so tragic that someone should really write a play about it...

And oh yeah, you can celebrate now.