Nice timing, lady.

Though I can’t say I blame her for trying, I’m surprised she thinks it could work a second time. But then again what do I know? Maybe most people didn’t hear about the New Hampshire breakdown, and this is just raw material for inconsequential political junkies to bloviate upon while she profits with average voters.

Kevin Drum:

ROUND 2…. [Susie Madrak watches TV so you don’t have to](http://susiemadrak.com/2008/01/12/17/35/crying-time-2/):

See, I didn’t believe any of those people who accused Clinton of crying on purpose — but I just saw her do it again, while talking to some 65-year-old lady in Reno who was losing her home. Wiped her eyes, got the little catch in her throat….

Stop it, Hillary. Just stop it. Are you *trying* to convince every talking head in America that you’re really the windup robot of their fever dreams?

Ahem.

Sunday Post, page M01: “Watch ‘Em and Weep: Let the Credits and the Tears Roll. Aren’t Movies—Sniff—Grand?”

Why do we cry at the movies?

Maybe it is the movie or the psychological baggage we schlepped in with us. Or is it empathy, or you-are-so-busted guilt? Maybe genetics or cultural conditioning. Or were we simply bursting to spill that night because the boss refused to give us a week off for Christmas?

This much we do know: All of us do it in varying degrees of blubbitude. Some of us are waterfalls, soaking fellow moviegoers with our public displays of empathy (PDE). Others are Saharas for whom tears are about as rare as oases. Most of us fit somewhere in between.

Blubbitude? PDE? I couldn’t make up such hackery if I tried for weeks.

The only reason soppy milquetoast garbage like this gets published at all is that there’s a tradition of filling up pages upon pages of newsprint on Sundays. The sooner that tradition goes the way of the dodo, the better for society as a whole.