Is it just me?

There is a scene at the end of Zoolander when the evil designer Mugatu, played by Will Ferrell, rants in astonishment that none of the assembled fashion luminaries seem able to tell that there is no difference between Ben Stiller’s “Blue Steel” look and his “Le Tigre” look. “Doesn’t anybody notice this?” he shrieks. “I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!”

Hillary Clinton a surprise win in New Hampshire on Tuesday, despite countless polls that had her pretty far behind. It was a very modest win – by only about 8,000 votes – but due to the foolish front-loading of the primary schedule, it feels depressingly huge. And amazingly, many pundits have linked her comeback to her supposed “human” moment on the campaign trail on Monday, in which she responded to a softball question about the rigors of the campaign with “watery eyes,” bogus claptrap about America, and her usual tired pitch about her “experience.”

I feel like I’m taking crazy pills. This performance is so contrived, cynical, and cheesy that it makes my skin crawl. “I just don’t want to see us fall backwards,” she simpers. Not to get all Fox News, but come on!

And even if it was a “moment of unvarnished emotion” (as Josh Marshall, who should know better, called it Tuesday), it doesn’t change anything. She remains a spiteful, poll-driven machine with a vast sense of mysterious entitlement because her husband nearly screwed the party into the ground.

This is not the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last time, I’ve had that ‘crazy pills’ feeling watching big-time politics and the media and peanut galleries that follow it. I pray most American voters are smarter than this, but with such a ridiculous primary schedule, every dumb little nothing takes on all the wrong proportions.