Elizabeth Warren is one of the most contrived politicians I’ve ever covered, exceeded only by Hillary Clinton. She leaves little to chance or spontaneous encounters.

That’s why Warren abhors interacting with reporters other than in planned settings with sympathetic questioners. Her running — literally — away from reporters in the Capitol hallways is legendary.

She develops a script, and she sticks to it.

When confronted during the 2012 Senate campaign with her baseless claim during her law professor years to be a Native American for employment purposes, Warren relentlessly responded that those questioning her ethnic bona fides were attacking her family. She utilized sympathetic media, particularly The Boston Globe, to craft her narrative of family lore.

Warren also is methodical in her political planning. Warren’s methodical planning for a 2020 presidential run has been noted even by the mainstream media, Elizabeth Warren says she “is” not running for President, but clearly she’s preparing to run.

A critical part of Warren’s planning is a public makeover. She comes across as a scowl, so she’s trying to soften the image. We covered how she found religion, Rebranding for 2020 begins: “Elizabeth Warren’s Christian faith is deep and authentic”:

https://twitter.com/BostonGlobe/status/904327887037362177

Warren also is working hard behind the scenes to build ties with Native American groups as a means of muffling the branding of her as a fake Indian by Donald Trump.

Warren is famous for the “you didn’t build that” view of capitalist success:

Yet recently she has declared herself a capitalist, as a way of separating herself from the outright Socialist wing of the party:

“You don’t think capitalists are bad people?” Harwood asked.

“I am a capitalist. Come on!” she said. “I believe in markets. What I don’t believe in is theft. What I don’t believe in is cheating. That’s where the difference is. I love what markets can do, I love what functioning economies can do. They are what make us rich, they are what create opportunity, but only fair markets, markets with rules. Markets without rules is about the rich take it all, it’s about the powerful get all of it. And that’s what’s gone wrong in America.”

In all of these endeavors, Warren relies on sympathetic media.

Nowhere is that more clear than in a recent New York Magazine article declaring her the frontrunner for 2020 among Democrats. The cover image, and the corresponding text in the article, is the key to the makeover. Warren is portrayed as a vital, vigorous force of nature:

It was unremittingly hot at the farm in Natick, Massachusetts, where 1,500 people had gathered on the Sunday after the Fourth of July. Remarkably, this crowd had assembled under a blistering sun not for a free concert, or outdoor theater, or even a protest, exactly. They’d come for an open-air town hall with their sitting senator, a 69-year-old woman widely expected to win reelection to her second term this fall. Standing at the back of the sweaty throng, I’d seen her introduced from the stage, then heard cheers greeting her entrance, but couldn’t for the life of me lay eyes on her. Not until I climbed onto the seat of my folding chair in the press section. There she was, jogging 75 yards down a hill in open-toed mules, her aqua cardigan flying behind her.

Massachusetts senator Elizabeth Warren is in constant motion. She often takes stages at a run, zigzagging around the edges of crowds, waving and giving high fives like Bruce Springsteen. Speaking to groups of supporters, she rocks on her feet, or rises to her tiptoes, with feeling; occasionally she tucks her mic under her arm to clap for herself or cuts the air in front of her with her flat palm. She’ll beat her chest for emphasis, speak so passionately that she gets winded, and throw a fist in the air as a symbol of defiance and determination. One afternoon in Nevada, perched on a punishingly high stool in front of several hundred people at a brewery, she kicked her feet out in front of her with such force that I feared she’d tip over backward.

http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2018/07/elizabeth-warren-fight-to-defeat-trump.html

It is what Ed Straker at American Thinker characterizes as the liberal media’s attempt to make Liz Warren the fresh young face for 2020:

Is Elizabeth Warren having an extramarital affair with New York Magazine? I ask only because NYM just published a 7,200-word opus that reads like a deranged love letter to the American Native senator from Massachusetts, seeking to turn an old, wrinkled leftist with even older, more wrinkled leftist ideas into the fresh young face for America in 2020.

The New York Mag article certainly tries to give momentum to Warren’s very being, and to her candidacy.

Watching Warren this steamy summer as she works to move her party through the perilous wilderness of the Donald Trump administration, through the midterms and her own reelection to the Senate, and then perhaps toward a run for the presidency, she appears to have committed her whole body to the effort. Like if she stops moving, the whole world will end.

Of course, the featured image has a subliminal political message: She’s running.

And New York Magazine and the rest of liberal media will be there to try to get her across the finish line.