It is obvious to everyone that momentum is shifting to Obama today, and it is only a matter of time before he “clinches” the nomination. The superdelegates are clearly not going to come over to Hillary right now in the numbers she needs. She will probably be forced to “withdraw” very soon.

What’s easily forgotten, however, is that “clinching” the nomination is an oxymoron in the democratic race when pledged delegates are so close. Hillary would have to be some sort of superhero if she were to go quietly through the next few months without the idea of a coup floating around in the back of her mind. Of course she’s thinking about it. Right now she may seem to impossibly far behind Obama, but superdelegates can change their minds in a volatile election like this one, and theres still a couple months to go to August. Look for Hillary to temporarily drop out of view and let the Republicans hit him with everything they’ve got. Then, if he sustains damage, watch for her to get back in it a few days  before the convention.

And while you’re looking for this, read my Hillary Poem.

Some of you will remember that I wrote the hilarious Hillary poem some time ago. I stopped at chapter five because I felt that the election would be over after Texas and Ohio. Boy was I wrong! In the meantime, I got sidetracked writing my essays on how the Romans used to live on Mars. Yep, it’s me, the crazy SkyPath Crusade blogger.

But now, given recent turn of events, I’ve decided to post the poem one more time for old times sake. If people really like it, I might actually write some more of it. After all, a lot has happened since chapter five.

In the meantime, I’m still writing more posts about Romans on Mars.

Note to the reader: The hillary poem is five chapters long and is posted in chronological order beginning with chapter one.

To Little Rock in Arkansas
The dreaded Clintons came
The Southern state that once was great
Would never be the same
We loathed their guts so very much
They lost their second bid
But then they won it back again
’Cuz Rodham had a kid
*
In 92 the Clinton crew
Had bigger fish to fry
The faithful wife gave Bill his life
By standing by her guy
The Senior Bush who lacked a push
Became their only foe
Yet still they only won the race
Because of Ross Perot
*
For eight more years with lies and tears
They kept their foes in check
The crafty two knew how to brew
A storm as fierce as heck
The democrats who gave congrats
For what they did to Starr
Will change their tune so very soon
When Rodham goes too far
*
So when at last their term was passed
We hoped they’d fade away
But to our fear they made it clear
Their names were here to stay
As we rejoiced with all the boys
We heard foreboding news:
She took a place inside a race
She knew she could not lose
*
In old New York she went to work:
A state completely blue
Their hearts were sold, she won it cold
With plenty hull’baloo
She took the floor and with hopes to score
In front of ev’ryone
The comeback kid would make her bid
When Bush’s term was done

Some Chinese guy from days gone by

Remarked that folks are pigs

The things are few they will not do

To get some better digs

But guys and chicks in politics

Are greedier than most:

You give them bread, they’ll take your head

And serve it on the toast.

*

In days like these the thugs increase

One year in ev’ry four

In fifty states they clean their plates,

Then hold them out for more

The very worst will fight for first

With hopes to have more say

As feelings tense the votes commence

The week of New year’s day

*

Now Michigan would once again

Display how dumb it was

They all made rants to claim a chance

Before the rest of us

In Florida they also saw

A need to jump in line

In both these states they filled up crates

With classic home-made whine

*

Now Hillary was first to see

How this could help her race

She boldly claimed that she’d abstain

To run in either case

But as her foes came much to close

She changed her weasly mind

She used their trust to feed her lust

And stabbed them from behind

*

She broke the pact; instead in fact

She campaigned very hard

Despite her claim she left her name

Upon the ballot card

She tried to tree the DNC

Which both these states despised

When votes came through she won the two,

And no one was surprised

So when one night the time was right

She laid her trump-cards down

The winds of fate that blew of late

Would turn the tide around

The G-O-P had ceased to be

In power any more

For that is why she did not try

In twenty, zero, four.

*

Her soul assured, she gave the word

To let the fight begin

She made advance, there’d be no chance

That some one else could win

The early states would vote at rates,

So close she could not lose:

She thought no foe could raise the dough

To quench the lighted fuse

*

And just in case it was a race

She had another plan

With nought to lose, she still could use

Her loyal, cheating, man

He’d yell insults to get results

By slinging lots of mud

While she stood back and dodged the flack,

As if she wore no blood

*

And more than that, she filled her hat

With superdelegates

Who backed her run by two-to-one

And helped her hedge her bets

The people’s bane would help maintain

Her aristocracy

These democrats could call the match

Undemocratic’ly

*

With all this done she soaked up sun

And tried to part the clouds

Her soul was bared as if she cared

About the thronging crowds

With moistened eyes and gentle sighs

She basked in all the talk

But on her mount she did not count

On good old black Barack

To Little Rock in Arkansas
The dreaded Clintons came
The Southern state that once was great
Would never be the same
We loathed their guts so very much
They lost their second bid
But then they won it back again
’Cuz Rodham had a kid
*
In 92 the Clinton crew
Had bigger fish to fry
The faithful wife gave Bill his life
By standing by her guy
The Senior Bush who lacked a push
Became their only foe
Yet still they only won the race
Because of Ross Perot
*
For eight more years with lies and tears
They kept their foes in check
The crafty two knew how to brew
A storm as fierce as heck
The democrats who gave congrats
For what they did to Starr
Will change their tune so very soon
When Rodham goes too far
*
So when at last their term was passed
We hoped they’d fade away
But to our fear they made it clear
Their names were here to stay
As we rejoiced with all the boys
We heard foreboding news:
She took a place inside a race
She knew she could not lose
*
In old New York she went to work:
A state completely blue
Their hearts were sold, she won it cold
With plenty hull’baloo
She took the floor and with hopes to score
In front of ev’ryone
The comeback kid would make her bid
When Bush’s term was done