Hillary Clinton steps to the podium, clad in white.
FINALLY FINALLY [lets out a long breath] EVERYTHING IS PROCEEDING AS I HAVE FORESEEN.
I MAPPED ALL OF THIS OUT, DOWN TO THE SECOND. GRANTED, WHEN I ENVISIONED THIS MOMENT, IT WAS IN 2008, BUT THIS IS STILL THE PANTSUIT I ENVISIONED WEARING.
My career in politics began when I was four. I went outside and got bullied about something I was wearing. That, at least, has not changed. I have worn everything from skirts to pantsuits. My hair has been tried at every conceivable length that hair can be worn, other than Lady Godiva and bald. Nothing has stopped the complaints. Maybe it's not me, after all. Maybe it's you.
I am not an inspiring orator. My idea of a cutting line is to say that "Donald Trump spoke for 70-odd minutes, and I do mean odd." Ha ha ha! My staff begged me to cut that, but it tickled me.
Too bad. I am what you have instead of the imaginary thing that would be perfect.