Barak Obama is on a roll and probably will be the anointed wonder of the Democratic party and this election year.  That doesn’t mean he’ll be elected, but it does mean goodbye to the Clintonian nightmare.

Now, I’m no fan of Barak’s.  I watched his Wisconsin victory speech (which he gave in Houston) Tuesday night, and he promised about three trillion dollars worth of programs in a very few minutes, prompting John McCain (whom I also don’t like) to observe that Obama is proclaiming "a holiday from history." 

"Just so," as my Irish ancestors would say.

The thing about Hillary is that she’s just so f—ing smug and arrogant.  She thought that her pedigree (huh?) as Bill Slimeton’s husband would assure her ascendency as Queen Hillary.

Not so fast.

Even Demofiends can smell–and deal with–hubris, though usually it would carry the day in absence of an anointed one.

All I can say is that I would be glad to spend my last dollars to donate a staircase for St. Hillary to descend in front of the cameras to proclaim her return, as did Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard in one of the most amazing and memorable scenes in cinema history.

Delusion springs eternal, Hillary.