I had the dubious pleasure of waiting for a date with Chelsea Clinton yesterday.
It wasn't my idea, and the folks who thought is up didn't consider the reality of Campaign Time.
Let me digress for a moment - Anyone in the news biz who has covered a campaign event knows as Gospel Truth that any schedule is invalid immediately upon exiting the printer.
Campaign managers simply don't have the ability to read a timepiece, a road map, or the weather forecast. MapQuest and the like are seemingly reserved for mortals without the Gift of Political Forgiveness - the property that allows handlers to schedule an events 200 miles distant 2 hours after the start of the first and know that there will be a forgiving audience waiting.
Then there are the interns. The lowest level, highest maintenance force of nature in the political universe. They've been told to do something, take no prisoners, and not ask questions. Including "Keep the press back from the Buffer Zone" Whatever in the hell that is.
It's Good that Folks with Cameras and Phones crowd the front hustling autographs from the Former First Daughter and now Shill for Mom.
It's Bad that Press Photographers Doing Their Job want photos of Folks with Cameras and Phones.
Perhaps I'm temporarily trapped in an alternate universe.
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