Get ready folks, because sainthood — nay, Godhead! — is more powerful than the mere presidency.

Hillary Clinton’s name belongs on ships, and airports, and tattoos. She deserves straight-up hagiographies and a sold-out Broadway show called RODHAM. Yes, this cultural canonization is going to come after the chronic, constant, nonstop “On the other hand” sexist hedging around her legacy. But such is the courage of Hillary Clinton and her supporters; we reverse patriarchal orders. Maybe she is more than a president. Maybe she is an idea, a world-historical heroine, light itself. The presidency is too small for her. She belongs to a much more elite class of Americans, the more-than-presidents. Neil Armstrong, Martin Luther King Jr., Alexander Fucking Hamilton.

Hillary Clinton did everything right in this campaign, and she won more votes than her opponent did. She won. She cannot be faulted, criticized, or analyzed for even one more second. Instead, she will be decorated as an epochal heroine far too extraordinary to be contained by the mere White House. Let that revolting president-elect be Millard Fillmore or Herbert Hoover or whatever. Hillary is Athena.

Who knew?

Like, I realize that I have not been writing enough blog posts, and my output pales in comparison to what it once was. Still, you’d think that when we have a candidate who is Athena, I would take notice.

But alas! I never took God(dess) seriously. I never knew God(dess) when I saw her.

I guess that instead of worrying about proper theocratic pronouns, I should feel shamed.

 (HT, Brendan O’Neill at Reason.)