The Rock of Chickamauga

TownHall.com blogger William Rusher made me snort milk out my nose at this one:

You can bet your bottom dollar that he wants the job -- wants it so much his chest aches. After all, he has pursued it all his life. And now the stars seem aligned in a way that points inexorably toward that one glittering goal. There is, in fact, only one serious obstacle. And there she sits, like the Rock of Chickamauga: Hillary Clinton.

His argument comes to an abrupt halt, though, without much evidence or backing. My opinions on Ms. Hillary have been stated (I'm not a fan and don't believe the country backs her as much as the polls say we all do). If it's between Hillary and a Pub in November 2008, maybe I'll just leave that particular field blank on my ballot.

I'm not saying she'd be awful. She may just turn out to be a fine leader (I hope the First Husband helps her out a lot, in this case). But I wouldn't want to be responsible for putting her in the Oval Office.