Weekend at Hillary’s, a tragicomedy about lying enablers and a White House campaign

Sure, it looked like a scene out of Weekend at Bernie’s. At first glance, anyway. Strange purplish sunglasses concealing dead, hooded eyes. Pantsuit as vibrant as a sack of spoiled potatoes tipped against a bollard. Helmet of hair toggling as aides hoist and jostle her feet-first – one shoe on, one shoe off into the security…