I don't know what to make about this woman, other that someone who seem to be so angry all time has psychological problems. She needs a hobby, therapy, or both.

I don't say this just because her political views couldn't be more different than mine. I didn't like the Clinton years one bit. From the cheesey bus trip from Monticello (home of one of our greatest presidents, a man Bill Clinton had so little in common) and across Virginia (which Clinton didn't carry in '92 or later in '96) to his first inauguration through the pardon scandal as he left office, the tenure of the 42nd President was, for me, excruciating. But I made it through those years confident that the Republic that had survived the Great Depression, Civil War, and World Wars would survive Bill and Hillary Rodham Clinton.

I have some idea how she'll be viewed, and I find it odd if consistent that she actually liked the article.

But even I don't believe that she wakes up with Bush on her mind. Lesser demons have caused people to smilingly drown their own small children.

Everyone chooses a face to put forward, whether they've polished it with honesty or framed it in the unseasonably tanned and botoxed visage of a grinning Senator.

KMR, the Union can withstand a lot, including Bill and Sidecar Hil, but I'm not sure it can withstand a separate Hillary presidency. I'll still tell myself that if she's elected, but it won't be easy.

I confess that I bought a "Property of Rodham Gulag" tee shirt back in the mid 90's, but I only did so because I found it amusing, not because I woke up every morning consumed with burning political ire. Who knew it might become useful again?

Better still if you can snag the copyrights and fire up the silk screen for aught ocho.

And I think this calls for a contest: What burning ire do you wake up with?

I'd just like to note that I haven't read the story yet, but on clicking through and looking at the picture, I immediately cackled uproariously.

I love these profiles of bloggers no one's ever heard of.

It used to be it was just Wonkette, Sully, and Glenn as the public face of the blogosphere. Now it's some bitter, demented ex-Kos kid. Pretty soon, the MSM will feature the blogs of serial killers.

"By day, the killer worked in a normal, 9 to 5, job. But at night, he became known as HillarTehSuxor!, prominent right-wing blogger."

What's really sad is that this loon is raising a child! Poor kid.

"She needs a hobby..."
Isn’t the point that she’s got one?

Good Gawd! The photo of her made me laugh out loud.

I used to feel quite a lot of pity for those of her there-is-no-WAY-you-could-POSSIBLY-understand-my-pain types, but I have gone through steadily diminishing effects of this type to the point that I now only feel sorry for those who must come in contact with them. That would be the titular husband (I'm sure he zips his pants up the side) and the poor, poor child in this case.

The first thing I think about every morning is music. In fact, I wake up every day with music playing in my head. That might be weird - a bit crazy even - but it's quite nice and I don't want to change it. ;^)

George

I did, in fact, wake up every morning consumed with rage that Bill Clinton was president. That's why I couldn't hold a job during those years, nor start, run, nd close down a political newsletter about an issue that existed long before 1992 and (oddly enough) ceased to be much of an issue before 2000; nor could I woo and marry the woman who became my wife; nor move thousands of miles -- twice; nor run for local office -- twice; nor become the Internet god that I am (just ask me).

Man -- until that Bill Clinton guy was out of office, I just plain didn't have a life. The whole eight years is just a blur to me.

Clinton was President during the 7 years I was in college, so my only reaction to him was laughing my ass off when someone said "Here, dude. Don't inhale if you want to be President."