Either somebody up there likes the Clintons, or they have made a Faustian bargain. But New York happens to be the home of her beloved Yankees, the baseball team for which she has cherished a passion during all the years of exile in Chicago, Wellesley, New Haven and Little Rock. And, conveniently, a Senate seat happens to be open in New York. Hillary, politically tone-deaf, makes a neophyte's stupid mistakes. The carpetbagger issue seems only to get worse for her as the months pass.
Dark clouds move in.
A surprising number of women in both parties confess to being allergic to Hillary. Then fate, deus ex machina, bizarrely intervenes. The formidable Giuliani implodes. Giuliani is diagnosed with prostate cancer. His marriage of many years cracks apart, and he handles it maladroitly, announcing the breakup to the world without bothering to tell his wife that the marriage is over.