Women of a certain age are thrilled by the prospect of a possible President Hillary. Over-50 females are so overjoyed that one of their own might finally achieve the nation's top political post — better two centuries late than never — that they're willing to overlook the former first lady/senator/secretary of state's not-so-minor defects.

Like her very long resume, minus significant achievements. Like the blood of a million Iraqis dripping off her warmongering claws. (She voted in '03 for a war she ought to have known would soon become unpopular. What was she worried about? That New Yorkers, liberal as they come, wouldn't re-elect her in '06?) Like the ugly optics of America's first woman president having to be a former first lady because we can't find a woman who made something of herself on her own merits.

Like the nasty truth that, aside from her chromosomes and body parts, she's not one of them at all — just another slimy influence peddler. Not to mention, she doesn't stand for anything, or have a vision that differs from the status quo.