Yesterday, Hillary Clinton beat St. Barack of Obama in Puerto Rico by over 140,000 votes of almost 385,000 cast (68.4 percent to 31.6 percent). Clobbering or no, this doesn't help Hillary, the media decrees: because St. Obama is the designated champion of the Elect against the Satanic.
Hillary's supporters are a little upset: mostly at the Democratic Party machine's disposition of the Florida/Michigan conundrum. Apparently, the baby-splitting of delegates by the party poobahs and panjandrums, now under the control of St. Obama's would-be prelates ("when you see Obama, tell the Great One I was always for Him ") -- has the inhabitants of der Hillabunker incandescent with anger. Kirsten Powers says in the New York Post: "that passion is teetering on the brink of morphing into a raging anti-Obama force."
Oh, I like that. Say it again, El Jefe. Hmmm, okay, here goes: "that passion is teetering on the brink of morphing into a raging anti-Obama force."
(Cut to vision of the passion, fully morphed now into a raging anti-Obama force, marching down some big avenue someplace. In their ranks marches Xena the Warrior Princess, maybe Mel Gibson's Braveheart character, some people from WWF, the Lion King, King Kong, Harold Ickes and the Swamp Thing, all the Pokemons and maybe even Janet Reno, headed for the convention for the Ultimate Showdown. James Carville is there, assuring everyone that "we're going to waarh," plus Superman, Batman and Robin too -- and they're all led by Hilla in leather on a white horse with a giant whip). Oh, never mind.
Anyway, I hope the passion does some serious morphing, and stays seriously angry through, say, 4 November or so ? Just a thought.