I was sitting here in Wichita, in the excellent but expensive Hyatt Regency, where the air is a la carte and your Gold Passport allows you to a free quart of tap water, and I turned to the news and saw Mrs. Clinton making face time with a camera, talking at length, as usual, about what she would do to us, as usual.

At the stroke of midnight she shut up.

Don't the mute beasts talk at the stroke of midnight?