Her husband, Bill Clinton, had his saxophone and easy grin. President Obama had his grandiose, over-the-top, Greek-columned campaign, buoyed by ecstatic supporters. Even Donald Trump, her wacky and gaffe-prone opponent, has a certain plucky joie de vivre. But alas, for Hillary Clinton, the first female major-party nominee for president of the United States, it seems impossible to shake a persistent crabby vibe.
Take a recent Tuesday in July, on which Clinton should have been in a heck of a giddy mood, or at least elated and relieved. That morning, FBI director James Comey gave the nation a blistering account of Clinton’s “extremely careless” handling of national-security secrets, indicating that the former secretary of state had almost certainly broken the law in some way, shape, or form — and then recommended that she be let off the hook, consequence-free.
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