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Oh dear. I labor never to take pleasure in the misery of others, but this does not fall into that category, and it affects not only the unlamented Hillary Clinton, but a media organ utterly devoid of ethical uprightness or the ability for self-reflection, so gentle readers, let’s enjoy the self-imposed angst of the self-imagined elite and eternally entitled.

It’s the ‘what if’ cover — the image that the New Yorker planned to run if Hillary Clinton had won the 2016 election.

This week, the magazine decided to go public with the illustration, which now accompanies editor David Remnick’s forthcoming article, ‘Hillary Clinton Looks Back in Anger’ — one day after her campaign memoir, ‘What Happened,’ was released.

Considering Mrs. Clinton’s well-known and documented penchant for the kind of language capable of making the saltiest of sailors blush, I suspect the working copy was “What the F*** Happened?”

The image, by French artist Malika Favre, is titled ‘The First,”’and depicts a historic President Hillary Clinton gazing at the moonlight from the would-be viewpoint of the Oval Office. Now, alongside Remnick’s piece, the artwork, of course, takes on an entirely different tone — not of history, but of the poignancy of the hypothetical.

‘That image brings everything back to me in a flash,’ New Yorker art editor Françoise Mouly said. ‘The night of the election, I was at the office late, hard at work with final retouching on [Favre’s] image. I was focused on the technical details, getting the face just right, and on the layout.

Mouly speaks of his sorrow and horror at the result of the election. One can only imagine the intense emotions a Hillary fan suffered. For my part, I awoke to the news that America was spared Hillary Clinton and said, rather quietly, “how about that?” I admit to a sign of relief, and a feeling that America had a chance to recover, but beyond that, there was no dancing in the street, and certainly no tearful tantrums.

The artist notes that the artwork can be read on multiple levels. ‘There is that moment of glory of seeing her standing in the Oval room at night,’ the artist says of the Clinton figure, ‘but also that feeling of anticipation and almost loneliness that I wanted to convey. A little bit like a ‘What now?’ moment.’

Mouly salutes the lasting power of Favre’s image, even when cast in a different historic light.

‘The pent-up hope, the sense of accomplishment, the turn toward the future that we embraced up to that day is still in the image. It’s a testimony to the skill of a great artist that she can bring us back to that time of hope,’ says Mouly, who has spoken often about her opposition of Trump. ‘And with her permanent record of that feeling, we’ll find the strength to build a future we can believe in.

“Pent-up hope?” Correct me if I’m mistaken, gentle readers, but didn’t the Dems have eight years of Barack Obama’s hopenchange? I recall plenty of that, and was not able to detect any pent, up or otherwise.

As always, Dems think of their maximum, dear leaders as demigods, beings capable of changing the very way human beings think, act and evolve. Remember The New York Time’s David Brooks and his musing about Obama’s pants?

I remember distinctly an image of–we were sitting on his couches, and I was looking at his pant leg and his perfectly creased pant,’ Brooks says, ‘and I’m thinking, a) he’s going to be president and b) he’ll be a very good president.

I suppose people who acknowledge no power higher than themselves or their maximum leader must embrace divinity wherever they can find it, even in fabric and starch.  And lest one think Brooks was only caught up in momentary rapture, or perhaps under the influence of a date rape drug, consider this:

He can do the jurisprudence, he can do the political philosophy, and he can do the politics. I think he’s more talented than anyone in my lifetime. I mean, he is pretty dazzling when he walks into a room.

And who can forget MSNBC’s Chris Matthews adoration of his savior: 

I get the same thrill up my leg, all over me, every time I hear those words. I’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen, that’s me. He’s talking about my country and nobody does it better.

The words of Evan Thomas, then editor of Newsweek, will also live in the memories of Obamite acolytes: 

I mean in a way Obama’s standing above the country, above – above the world, he’s sort of God.

Followed by:

He’s going to bring all different sides together…Obama is trying to sort of tamper everything down. He doesn’t even use the word terror. He uses extremism. He’s all about let us reason together…He’s the teacher. He is going to say, ‘now, children, stop fighting and quarreling with each other.

Unfortunately, the Islamist children have continued to fight and quarrel, most recently by means of knives, bombs, and other forms of Obamite, Democrat reason.

Finally, at long last, at least a few Democrats are beginning to wish Hillary Clinton would more or less, you know, vanish. “How,” they ask, “can we miss her if she won’t go away?” Perhaps some of them even no longer see Hillary as a god-like, transformative being. All of their drooling adulation, after all, has been turned to resistance, which of course, includes, irrational, raging, spittle slinging hatred and violence, which leaves little room for kinder, gentler musings

Knowing Hillary as I do, I prefer to think of her on the eve of her historic election, standing at the window of the Oval Office, gazing placidly at the full moon–there may be werewolf analogy in there somewhere–and thinking more along these lines:That’s rather more in line with her forgiving nature and character, no?  It’s a memory I’ll always cherish.