Hillary, are you grieving
Over Iowa, deceiving?
Power, like the breath of air, you
With your selfishness can’t spare you?
Age! as by ruth heart made softer
Sheds its tears for others ofter,
By and by, nor lets a sigh
For grief in politicians’ eyes;
But blubber still you will I’ll tell why.
Now no matter, Hill, what’s true:
Sorrow’s springs are just for you.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, thus regressed:
It is the office you were born for,
It is Hillary you mourn for.
— With apologies to Gerard Manley Hopkins
Look.  Andrew Sullivan’s a sexist?  Who’da thunkit?ÂÂ
Mona:
SEXIST!!!1!!!!!!!!!(eleven)!
I wonder if Bill feels her pain. Probably not.
The only pain Bill feels from her, he’s learned to stay out of her reach to avoid.
Anything else of hers, he hasn’t felt in decades.
Yes. Let’s install a cry-baby as Commander-in-Chief. Gynocentric voters are a threat to national security.
Where’s our beloved Margaret Thatcher when you need her? She would have kicked ass and taken names on a stone tablet, perhaps shedding a tear only for the vanquished in their dark holes. She had a voice. She didn’t need to go find it somewhere.
She’s the kind of woman we should elect. Is one available?