I think the best thing about Hillary Clinton is definitely that she’s nothing but an enormous accumulation of dead people, whose lives were ended through those modes of oppression that could most appropriately attach themselves to whatever in them might have been most human, most resistant to the course of this dreadful stillborn history that we inhabit. I guess some of you might thinks she comes across as a bit meek as an avatar of hell. But you know in that moment when she’s transformed, when all those dead explode out of her in a terrifying burst of colour and the suffering of each of their particular alienations is in that moment transformed into the intensity of immediacy between them all in something different from how she seems now, then I reckon you’ll all agree she’s pretty great too.