This piece is not terribly enlightening, but it conforms precisely to my recent observations about Sen. Bernie Sanders.
Bernie Sanders lost the moment he became entranced by the prospect that he might win. What did he lose? His grip on political reality.
For most of his life Sanders has cultivated the role of political cynic, a professional outsider, a grand-standing critic of The System. Once he came in from the cold and converted from independent socialist to a Democrat (for life, according to his campaign manager Jeff Weaver) that hard-boiled cynicism—one’s tempted to call it realism—eroded away in the face of large crowds of adoring supporters, from Portland, Maine to Portland, Oregon. Is it possible that Sanders became intoxicated by the floridness of his own rhetoric?