"Dear Oliver," Hillary Clinton emails me, personally,
Summer is a time for simple pleasures: family vacations, baseball games, and dinner out under the stars. At least it is if you aren't running for president! It sure is nice having a little more time on my hands, and I'd love to spend some of it with you. Would you like to join me for dinner?
What, me? Yeah, but you probably mean "and 1,200 other people in a big hotel ballroom somewhere," don't you? No, actually:
During the campaign, I had the chance a few times to grab meals with supporters, but they were always rushed thanks to the frenetic pace of the campaign. This is my first chance to sit down and spend some real one-on-one time with you.
One-on-one time? With me?
If you enter today, we could be having dinner together soon!
'Enter today.' 'Could be having dinner.' See, I knew there'd be a catch. Call me a cynic, but I think this is all a cunning ruse to help Clinton pay off her $25m campaign debt. If I were even more of a cynic, I'd suggest that it was exactly this kind of doesn't-ring-true false familiarity that played a big part in Clinton's presentational problems and ultimate defeat.
Contribute now, and you and I could be enjoying a summer dinner together soon!
But probably not!
