In accordance with the ongoing theme of illegitimacy in the Obama sadministration, it was announced today that a suit has been filed challenging the eligibility of Hilary Clinton to serve as the Department Of State's "girl friday".


In any other time in America's political history, this might be shocking. But, all you need to understand the typicality of this new ruse is to look at the characters involved. Then, it all makes perfect sense.


The consolation prize, formerly known as Secretary of State, has become a tertiary symbol of America's first faux government. When Hillary Clinton co-habitated the White House with Dishonorable The Cowardly Dawg, her roll as First Scorned was, primarily, to survive the remainder of Willy's trists, which, admittedly, in itself presents the foundation for a new gynocracy.


But, other than that, what has she ever really done?


She represents no real accomplishment in leadership except to gain the empathy of desperate housewives all over urban America. Her senatorial stint in New York was the result of a cast-in-place relationship with that state's democratic male dominated bossier. And, any dimwit with a pulse understands that the malignant relationship between her hassle of a hubby and Obama is one of ultimate proximal convenience to anything she aspires for in leftist headwear.


The irony in this particular challenge to her eligibility is that it echoes yet another of a series of questions about Obama's progressively implemented Constitutional distortions. Clinton's appointment rests smuggly between a fury of executive orders and campaign promises that were justified by nothing more than a hysterical response to hate-lust for the previous administration. It just goes to show that if enough irrational people protest the height of a bridge by jumping off, the builder will cave and raise it.


The dissapointment with any prospect that Madame Clinton may be left out of her pyrite appointment is that our imagination will be forced to abandon entertaining images of her fetching coffee between sessions of short-hand for State Department Biggerwigs, futher frustrated by her inability to cross those rotund thighs in something other than a pant-suit.


But, that's for another day's perusal.


Rest easy, my loquacious fairer ones. We need not be overly sympathetic. Afterall, the depth of a Clinton's skin is directly proportionate to her lack of experience to perform an actual job in government. She will survive. And, her position will be mantelized with the rest of the self congratulatory pomp we've been assailed by thus far. Besides, she's butchy enough to diminish any failure under the guise of EOE pander.


It makes one wonder where she might have ended up had she actually divorced that adulterer we once referred to as Billary.