"Cross My Heart and Hope You Die"--Hillary Clinton

So. We finally understand Hillary Clinton's unrelenting, single-minded insistence on fighting on... and on...and on, despite the apparent futility of her prospects.  She's hedging her bets, hoping, apparently, that lightning will, literally, strike (Barack Obama), and she will have greatness thrust upon her by the fickle finger of "destiny".  

By evoking the horrendous murder of Bobby Kennedy in June of 1968, on the night of his stunning California primary victory, she offered up a rare bit of insight into the kind of Lady Macbeth-type opportunism that drives her.  Pretty cold(-blooded), Hill.

Shortly after her gaffe she issued a statement saying that she "regrets" her latest slip of the lip. No kidding. I presume that it quickly dawned on her that a man who is in a position to offer her a plum job--particularly one that would entail her taking over his own Super-Sugarplum job if he should suffer an unfortunate accident--might be somewhat disinclined to do so when she is already, overtly, wishing him dead?

She subsequently issued an apology-to the Kennedy family, NOT Obama--offering up another one of her lame, disingenuous "explanations"--comparable to her "over-tired" excuse for mis-remembering (repeatedly) her running-for-cover-under-sniper-fire-in-Bosnia experience. She says that the Kennedys have been on her mind a lot since Teddy's recent brain-tumor diagnosis. (Interestingly, the first time she made mention of the assassination option, in an earlier interview with Time magazine that went virtually unnoticed at the time, she had no inkling that Teddy's well-being was in any way threatened.)

Yeah, Hillary, sure, whatever.  If the truth were known--and thanks to your inadvertent moment of candor, it now is--the Obama-assassination scenario is something you and your closest advisors (or co-conspirators) have spent a fair amount of time thinking about.  I wonder, do you have a suitably heartfelt speech in the back pocket of your pantsuit, wherein you praise the noble Obama, and comfort his widow and fatherless children, before, regretfully, draping yourself with the bloody mantle of the fallen warrior?  

Now that you have, so indiscreetly, given voice to your heart's desire, though, how unenviable a position would you find yourself in should the unthinkable actually happen, and some Sirhan Sirhan or Squeeky Frome-like character manage to pop a cap on Barack? If you thought the rumors and innuendo surrounding the suicide of Vince Foster were unpleasant....well, just imagine.  The hue and cry from Democrats throughout the land would ensure that such a ruthless candidate as you have proven yourself to be would never profit from such misfortune. It looks like you've succeeded in digging your own grave even deeper, Senator C.