Meanwhile at the Hall of Delegates…

I think that Aquaman is going to be sorely disappointed when he hears about this.

Team Clinton has renamed superdelegates, telling reporters this morning they should really be called “automatic” delegates.

” ‘Super’ has some sort of sense that they are going to descend on us from Mars,” said Clinton supporter Harold Ickes, a DNC member who attended his first convention in 1968.

“They don’t have any superpowers,” he said. “You in the press brought that moniker on, the fourth estate created the term superdelegates.”

My Smarm-O-Meter just pegged to 11 and then it exploded.

I swear, the more the Clintonistas talk, the more America has got to wonder what backwoods 200-proof rotgut hooch it drank for eight years that allowed it to wake up every morning, see the Clintons and their oleaginous posse on their televisions every day, and think it was a good deal.

Harold Ickes is the slickest of the Clinton slicky-boys who combines the trustworthiness of Kaa with the flop-sweaty desperation of Shelley “The Machine” Levene and the poindextrous arrogance of your garden variety know-it-all. He’s a terrible front man for a campaign that needs, more than anything, to not remind people of the frat house that was the Clinton White House. Hillary needs people, when they think of those days, to know that that she was the lone adult in the whole place. Ickes isn’t going to do that. Neither are any of the other Clintonista Cronies. Unfortunately, they’re about the only folks these days who haven’t become disciples of the Obamessiah.

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