Alloyed from ambition and a strange mixture of desire, the fabricated political creature refuses to unplug the run to the submerging goal post. Will the electro-shock to come prove to be therapy or synaptic overload?

Pointing to the constellation of stars as a sure sign of latent success; she counts on racism, reverse sexism, and the more easily manipulated less educated whites, as the grounds for her superior posture for leadership.

This is her claim to fame, her voice found after so many years of wandering alone in the deserted graveyard of public attention. Powered by that concept she once exposed that she was even her husbands key to the presidency, the inevitability of her own delusions have cleared the haze of reality out of her way, and left many a super delegate absorbed in reading the headstones.

Will this bad scifi flick end in the fairy tale world of husband and wife presidents, setting an unbeatable president that even shames the Bush family’s sorry legacy?

Now it is we who are instructed to accept her reasons over any greater hope for realities.