Making Sense by Michael Reagan

Hillary Clinton may have been better off wearing the Emperor’s New Clothes during her victory speech after the New York primary, rather than what she chose to wear and her aides managed to overlook.

Clinton, who has decried income “inequality” throughout the nation during her campaign, stood before the assembled– and carefully screened – crowd wearing a $12,495 Giorgio Armani jacket.

What she paid for the coat– assuming it wasn’t a party favor from her Goldman Sachs speech– is just a bit less than the amount the average first time home buyer is required to post as a down payment for his dream home, or as The Washington Free Beacon calculates, “roughly 40 percent of what the average American worker makes in a year.”

She’s fortunate the price tag wasn’t dangling from her outfit like that of Minnie Pearl.

This is beyond tone deaf. It’s a combination of obliviousness and hypocrisy on a truly Clintonian scale.

If Hillary was sashaying down the runway at a Paris fashion show, there might be a justification for wearing a jacket that cost 12K, assuming she gave it back after the show. But to own this One Percent Wear is something else entirely.

During her speech Hillary proclaimed, “In this campaign, we are setting bold progressive goals backed up by real plans that will improve lives, creating more good jobs that provide dignity and pride in a middle class life, raising wages and reducing inequality, making sure all our kids get a good education.”

How does one talk of “inequality” and then wear an outfit where a single piece of the ensemble costs the equivalent of 833 hours of labor– about five months– at her new $15/hour minimum wage?

Maybe one of those “good jobs that provide dignity” is cleaning her coat with tweezers, Q-tips and the tears of virgins.

No one expects Hillary to campaign in Walmart overalls, although it might provide an arresting visual, but is it too much to ask this tribune of the people to save her Armani for Wall Street speeches and Davos dinners?

She can probably find something flattering and just her size at Ann Taylor, and with the money left over she can splurge and take the entire campaign staff to lunch at her nearest Chipotle.