Denial? Anger? Bargaining? Depression? Acceptance?.
I would love to be the "fly on the wall" when she is alone, or maybe with some Clintonian Lackey who worships her. Watch her go through fits of anger, throwing things, screaming in that shrill "finger nails on the blackboard" voice, looking to the heavens, screaming, "My God, My God. Why have thou foresaken me"
The acceptance part is when she gets messages from all of those who gave her big money, all predicated on her being elected. Be advised. Don't be walking the dog alone anymore.
Nothing was more satisfying than seeing the stunned look on all of her Minion's faces, (including the Press), as they stared in stunned disbelief as the returns came in. No Glass Ceiling to symbolically crash through. No throngs of reporters and supporters cheering her every word as she walks around doing that assinine hand clap and head bob.
Nothing but four walls. Nothing but that empty feeling of lonlyness that total defeat brings.
I would like to wish her well. But then I remember the lying. The money grubbing, The deceitful nature. That dispicable, condescending attitude. The destroying of women's reputations when they dared to complain about her husbands sexual miss deeds.
Then the reality hits me. Joyful reality, because HILLARY CLINTON WILL NOT BE PRESIDENT.
Go get em, Donald.