You are seeing someone morph through from what was once a youthful optimist into a middle-aged cynic, and descend into a maelstrom of delusion and recrimination.
The 16-year-old “Goldwater Girl” of 1964 becomes firebrand anti-establishment college agitator, the persecutor of a sitting President, the “financial genius” that took large bribes through the magic of the cattle futures (being largely subsidized through cash transfers from a group of wealthy investors), to a tyrannical First Lady of first Arkansas then the White House, into a sleepy and lackadaisical Senator who had not a clue as to the best interests of her “home” state, into a double-dealing Secretary of State that made Dean Rusk and Cyrus Vance appear to be Winston Churchill.
And the montage just showed the changes on the outside.
It isn’t all bad to be a cynic-I’m a cynic-I freely admit it, and so are a lot of other people like me-unlike Hillary, we haven’t gained at least 30 pounds in recent years, don’t own a wardrobe that consists entirely of non-descript pantsuits, and we have not become pathological liars.