Vote for Hillary? Why not just do this instead--it's just as dangerous, but at least you'd only suffer for nine days:

In those days, the amount of uranium necessary to start a chain reaction had been estimated theoretically, but could only be precisely determined through experimentation. Louis Slotkin, a Manhattan Project experimenter from Canada, took the task upon himself. He tinkered with two hemispheres of uranium, each less than critical mass, using screwdrivers to slide them back and forth across a rod. He watched the dial of a neutron counter, which told him when he was getting close to a chain reaction. The experiment was a screw-up waiting to happen.

No two histories agree on the exact date of the accident, but one day Slotkin's screwdriver slipped. The hemispheres came too close, and a chain reaction started inside the laboratory. Neutrons in the mass of uranium sprang out, smashing into other atoms, releasing tremendous amounts of energy. The lab was filled with the electric blue glare of Cerenkov radiation, as gamma rays slammed into air molecules, causing them to glow. The temperature rose several degrees in a fraction of a second. Radiation saturated everything in the room. Slotkin used his bare hand to pull the hemispheres apart, saving the lab and the town while forfeiting his own life.

He was hospitalized instantly, but it was too late. The hydrogen atoms in his body had taken the brunt of the radiation. Within an hour, Slotkin had lost his sense of touch. Gamma rays had penetrated his skin, and had destroyed his sensitive nerve cells first. This was an unexpected gift, because it spared Slotkin the horror of being conscious of his own death -- by the end of the day he had become delirious.

Over the nine days it took Slotkin to die, his hair fell out and the number of white corpuscles in his blood skyrocketed. His skin, both internally and externally, started coming off in layers. To put it simply, his cells lost their differences -- before long, there was no way to distinguish a liver cell from an intestinal cell from a blood cell. When he died, it was determined that the muscles of his heart were nothing but a mass of torn fibers.

I don't know, Gary. I'm all for having fun, but I'm beginning to worry that Barack might be falling apart a little too soon, and that if he continues to show he is mortal, and that his associates are fairly unsavory, the superdelegates might opt for Hillary after all.

I'm beginning to think that it might be almost time to prop up the Obamaessiah just until we make sure Hillary is cooked once and for all.

Either way, it's playing with fire.

And another reason:
Barack Obama chose a racist as his spiritual advisor. So much for ending divisiveness.