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The news has just broke that John Edwards is the latest to endorse Senator Barak Obama for president. That makes just about everyone, with the possible exceptions of John McCain and George W Bush. So as dogged Hilary soldiers on, observers asks themselves - and each other "What the hell is she thinking??".

While Hilary tried hard to stay focused, professional commentators are asking what reality she lives in. A split from reality is never a good sign in a potential world leader. In fact she's beginning to resemble the character in those old Burt Reynolds Cannon Ball Run movies - not the Burt Reynolds character, but another in the same film. The film features, appropriately enough, a cross country race - but a real race, and not a figurative political one. Racers, in all manor of vehicles, compete and bend the rules to see who will cross the finish line first and take home a 1 million dollar prize.

Naturally the race draws a good cross section, from smooth operators like Burt, to the usual array of down market Bond Girls like Catherine "Daisy Duke" Bach and Loni Anderson. In addition to the bargain basement beautiful people, there have to be a few boobs and buffoons to laugh at. It is Hollywood - the Town With a Heart - after all. Among the boobs is always one guy who looks like Bill Gates, acts like he has Asperger's Syndrome, rides a hopelessly out of date motor cycle, and wears a pair of bug eyed goggles. He hits every brick wall, pit fall, and idiot trap that there is along the way, but manages to avoid getting completely knocked out of the race. He can't be stopped, but he can't win. In that great ejaculation of competitors, he's the 'wonky sperm'!

Not that I'm comparing Hilary to the 'wonky sperm' in the Gumball Run movies of 30 years ago. At some of her more desperate moments she can come across as almost Churchillian, especially now that she's developing a bulldog jowl. "We shall fight in the beaches, we shall fight on the fields, we shall fight in the streets, we shall fight until the last dog is dead. We shall never surrender." She only needs a good sized cigar to chomp, to complete the effect. I believe that her husband Bill keeps some on hand for nefarious various purposes (I'd think twice before actually smoking one. You can't be sure where they've been, though there are all kinds of rumors!).

The major difference is that Sir Winston Churchill was rallying a nation to oppose a mad man. Hilary Clinton risks splitting her own party in her own personal quest for power. The Democrats, after 8 years of George W, seemed to be a slam dunk, lead pipe cinch, in the upcoming Presidentials. Now some people are talking as if John McCain, the pilot who couldn't fly straight, may have an outside chance.

What's worse, we all know that if the tables were turned, Hilary would be trying to shame Sen Obama out of the race, and telling him to drop out for the sake of party unity. "Take one for the team" (Much the way George Bush took advantage of Al Gore's basic honesty to cheat him out of the Presidency back in 2000). When Hilary herself is faced with a similar decision - put the Democratic Party's interests ahead of her own, and drop out for the sake of unity, her response seems to be "what do you think I am, stupid?" You can't live with Bill for all those years and not know the score. There's that 'political experience' she's talking about, the kind of experience that makes change sound so inspiring. Will Hilary finally wake up and smell the coffee on her own, or is it time to deal this joker out of the deck? Observers are already wondering which 'movie character' she more resembles - the indefatigable hero who perseveres against all odds and is ultimately vindicated; or 'the creature' from the horror movies - the one that won't die. Even Richard Nixon knew when it was time to quit, and Hilary hasn't even gotten around to her last minute histrionics!.

Here's wishing you Happy Underpants, each and every one.

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