Hillary is like one of those cartoon derelict race cars that approaches the finish line with parts flying off in various directions. And all that's happening in a modern version of a "front porch campaign".
If she can't make it from a ceremony to the car without collapsing into a rumpled, head lolling, drool cup heap how exactly would she deal with the rigors of an office that has traditionally put five years age on healthy men for every year served?
Excellent post. The press, indeed, tried to hide FDR’s infirmity - he was often shot standing at a podium. You can read about the steel will and mind that went into doing that and what pain he was in.
And Hillary is NO FDR!
But we live in different times. She’s clearly sick as a dog and needs to be in the old folk’s home. For the wealthy, some of them are really nice.