I don’t know about you, but I when it comes to the President of the United States of America, I don’t want no stinking cry baby. Yeah, you heard me Miss Hillary; those had better been some crocodile tears if you know what’s best for you. If you can’t handle a little Iowa caucus, whatcha gonna do when North Korea goes all Kim Jong IL on our asses and Will Smith is tied up in Bad Boys III post production? Cry to your country? Break down with human emotion? Get with it lady! Politics are for the boys – and I mean men who hold back all feeling until they collapse a la Dick Cheney. That’s the type of person we want at the helm of this great state of ours. Not someone who, (gasp!) might get tired after two months of traveling around on a bus, pretending to be interested in every annoying last one of us. Cause really, if her lipstick is slightly smeared now, just imagine when Bill has to tell her to tell her to wipe it off her teeth.