… and with it Clintonism. Just as New Labour teeters and withers here, so the original US triangulators, on whom the entryist elite of the Labour party based their démarche, suffer their own demise. The timing is poetic.

Triangulation: let that be the end of it all.

I’ve watched the Democratic primary race obsessively but now at the last, I’m exhausted. It’s 11.40 or so but I can’t face staying up til the polls close (2am GMT) which is roughly when we’ll hear Obama and Clinton both make speeches. The superdelegates are declaring in small clumps, inching towards Obama crossing the line in a few hours: the first African-American nominee for President. The sad thing is that I vividly remember staying up for the 1992 election night when the Clintons were elected, and thinking that it in some way made up for the appalling night of national humiliation we had endured earlier that year when the Conservatives got in again.

But Hillary has worn me out now. As a political blogger said somewhere today, there was a point where I was angered by her campaign (the lies, the evasions, the fantasies, the fake math, the racism): now I’m just numb.

The Bosnia sniper fire incident was comical and pathetic, seeming to embody everything people had felt about the Clintons’ willingness to say anything to further their aims:

It was a measure of where she’d got to that by the time she genuinely ‘mis-spoke’ a week or so ago about Bobby Kennedy’s assasination in June 1968, she managed to convey that she was hanging on to see what happened to the black candidate, just in case. It provoked over 20,000 comments at The Huffington Post. (I seem to remember hitting 18 or so here once…). Maddest response of all, perhaps, was Keith Olbermann’s, which I can’t imagine on British television. It’s worth looking at because it conveys some of the anger felt about her:

As we speak, Obama needs 10 more delegates.

Meanwhile…