The news media is incredible.
Hillary Clinton has become the first female presumptive nominee for president of the United States, and the news outlets are worried about poor Bernie. We have elected dozens of old white men to run our country, but this one lost to a woman. Poor Bernie.
Sanders, a stanch Independent, used the Democratic Party because he knew that running as an Independent would get him nowhere fast. And as a Democrat in name only, he still felt justified not only to blather vague promises, promises that he, no more than any president, could not get through Congress, but also to muddy the process with useless side issues, such as state elections. The states establish their own rules, big brother does not.
It matters not whether you like Hillary Clinton. Running for president of the free world is not a popularity contest. Clinton is the first person in any motley collection of candidates, D or R, who was fully qualified, not sort of qualified, to handle the job. Now this woman, the first in history, stands atop the rubble that we call the election process, and we sob: Poor Bernie.
And it matters not whether you trust Clinton. You don't work with her or for her. You have helped elect many male presidents who were untrustworthy, but you faithfully elected the unscrupulous lot.
Even as the presumptive nominee, Clinton is being treated as the incidental wife of the country. Poor Bernie is hurt, Secretary Clinton. What are you going to do to make him feel better?
And Paul Ryan blamed the wife for his lack of moral integrity: I don't like what Trump is doing, but I could never vote for Clinton, so I'll support the racist.
It's time for a non-male point of view.