So I was driving to the health center the other day to make sure my cough wasn't pneumonia (it's not), and when I pulled off the highway I was stopped at a light and surveyed the following scene: Hillary Clinton supporters standing in the median of Highway 9, waving their red-white-and-blue “Hillary” signs and smiling, smiling, smiling. Across the street from them stood another flock of Hillary followers, waving similar signage and wearing similar smiles.

And between the two groups of supporters, in the middle lane, was a guy in a car that had crapped out. He had his hazard lights on and was on his cell phone, presumably to Triple-A.

And not one of the Hillary supporters thought, “Hey, we should help that guy out, or at least push his car out of the road so that nobody rear-ends him.” They were all about the sign waving, and the smiling, but when it came to taking an action that would make a positive difference in somebody's life? Nada.

And I thought, If this isn't the perfect metaphor for Hillary Clinton's political career, I don't know what is.