On the heels of Hillary's graceful, even somewhat gracious, definitely dynamic delivery of a great speech, Bill Clinton spoke at the convention and didn't piss me off. In fact, I blushingly confess; it seemed the old Bill was back. The Bill the royal we knew and loved; charming, smart, just cocky enough (thanks to that disarming smile),saying all the right things, convincingly sincere.
I forgave them both. Sometimes we all show our nasty egoistic underbellies, then we remember that we know better and ought to be ashamed of ourselves. Whether or not we are ashamed, good "home training" (as it's called in my nook of the world) compels us to stop acting like asses, to suck it up and move on. In her speech, Hillary didn't concede much, (as they say "if you don't have anything nice to say...") but she did the right thing; she sucked it up and moved on and encouraged her supporters to do so as well.
Bill, on the other hand, fell on his sword. That's the beauty of their partnership. She could save face and play nice but maintain her positions, while he, with a fair degree of specificity, stated expressly how and why he believes Barack Obama is the right man for the job. He also offered that Barack is ready to be President. A bit of a departure from "you could argue that no one is qualified to be President", but not by much; this is the man who argued the definition of 'is' after all. He did go so far as to draw parallels between Barack and himself
Kum Ba Ya, My Lord, Kum Ba Ya