Hillary has won the Democratic nomination. Trump has won the Republican nomination. They are the winners. Yet it sure doesn’t feel that way.
Sure, I could bore you to death going into the specifics of delegate math and how both Trump and Hillary are pretty much in a can’t-lose position. I could do that. But Sanders, Cruz, and Kasich don’t care at all about math, so why should you?
Cruz announced Fiorina as his running mate…although for a fictional running mate I would think he could do better than that. Like maybe announce Tony the Tiger or a bad-ass G.I. Joe side-character. John Kasich has hired top strategists to steal the nomination at the convention, forgetting that he has so far won only one state (Marco Rubio leads him in victories) and if Republicans would pick him, they’d be just as likely to pick somebody who didn’t run at all. And Bernie…poor, pitiful Bernie who dissed and insulted super-delegates for a year, and now is trying to woo them over to his campaign, which will almost certainly lose the popular vote.
All of the optimism and energy seems to be with campaigns that have lost. Their fans seem to still be more actively passionate and downright belligerent. So do you have winner’s depression? I kind-of do. I get it a little every time I see Hillary getting cut down or still have arguments with Bernie fans insisting he’s still got a shot.
My candidate has won. And I can’t even enjoy it because other candidates keep insisting she hasn’t. It’s a little like winning the lottery and the other 10 million people who lost are contesting the result or insisting the drawing hasn’t happened yet.