Toast ... stick the fork in.

For sure this time. And the fat lady has sung ... not that I am implying that Hil-liar is fat or anything. More Yogi Berra. Its not over until its over. And its over.

Running mate? Nah. Michelle hates her.

Cabinet member ... be sure to check her for cluster bombs every time she enters the White House. Or anthrax. Or something. How about regular old Senator Clinton. Itself a travesty, but she will no doubt retain her seat in a state of morons.

I wish I could write something pithy or exciting to the intellect ... but it is just so "played out." She is baked and so is her campaign. Time to write the epitaphs, the memoirs, the insider-a-clefs. Cash in, tell-all, air the dirty laundry. They won't wait until the election ... to do so would be to risk being pipped at the post of the bookstore: Hil-Liarcrats are in it for the position and money, so count on a rapid turn-around.

Wonder how the campaign is going to pay back the $30 million in unpaid bills? That in of itself should be an interesting exposee in political finance.

I am off to France for a week to enjoy cheese and making fun of the French. Hope that the world does not come to an end in the meantime.

Peace out.