Someone else is going to have to clean up all this shattered glass. She's busy. Maybe you do not like her. Maybe you hate her. Maybe you think she is untrustworthy, unlikable, unelectable, unwhateverable. She is too stiff and double-entendre frigid. She is too crybaby emotional and shouty and shrill. She travelgated to Whitewater to drown-murder Vince Foster in a lesbian rage, with her headband. She private-jetted to Benghazi to lie about four dead Americans, in her secret email faxes to her favorite yoga pals while watching "The Good Wife" and snacking on gefilte fish. She's been around too long and done too much, and she's accomplished nothing except marrying well. She is the embodiment of evil in a pantsuit.