Sympathy is her Kryptonite

Poor Hillary.

I hate to say it, because I do believe those two little words are the WORST thing she possibly could ever hear. If she was to hear them spoken to her face, I think her green sugar facade would begin to melt.

And of course a large part of me is routing for her. The part of me that routes for any woman who is battling tooth and nail against the odds and is this close to actually achieving equality on a monumental level (You Go Girl!!!).

But don't you get the feeling that she wants this just a little too much? That she, in some ways, is closer to G.W. Bush than any other candidate in her prophetical desire to lead her people? For Obama or McCain or Huckabee there is a quite decent forseeable future, even if it doesn't include "Hail the Chief". But I have a sneaking suspicion that for Hillary, her horizon lies quite close. Her life does not continue beyond this last passionate pursuit. Which, even if she did win, would be a little sad. Her life's purpose would be over like a quick and destructive tornado leaving her with (most likely) a few trophies, perhaps, several blurry memories, an unspecified number of stress-related health issues, a crazier marriage than she already has now, and probably more regrets than she expected. To be the first woman president could be amazing, but it could also be over-priced.

Poor Hillary.