When is her head going to explode?

It's been a fun Sunday. And by fun, I mean getting to church and learning that the A/C was out, again. It was about 90 degrees in the chapel. It was humid outside and it was worse inside. So it made for a sticky, dank afternoon.

And speaking of sticky and dank, I can't help think that's a fine way to describe the testy attitude of our nation's Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton. So let's look at what we know...she get's taken to the woodshed by Barack Obama in the 2008 Democratic campaign for President. Her husband's comments about Obama during said spanking cause a bigger furor than her very campaign. She gets nominated to the Secretary of State position and again, her husband's activities (the public ones, at least) had to be scaled back in order for her to be confirmed. And then this pesky tussle with the North Koreans erupts. Hillary lets the North Koreans know that holding those two reporters was not kosher and they needed to let them go. The Dear Leader (and I don't mean her husband) ignores her and just as those two reporters are staring down the barrel of a dozen years of hard labor, North Korean-style, her husband sweeps into Pyongyang (supposedly at the behest of a fellow alleged philanderer, the Dear Leader) and the two reporters are soon back in LA, free to make documentary that their boss, Al Gore, will no doubt narrate in quiet (sleep-inducing) tones. You know this had to have gotten under Hillary's skin. Indeed it did. And out it came while she was in Africa. The poor student that asked this question...Clinton's reaction was fantastic, in an icy, 'how dare you' sort of way:
Nice job handling the tough questions, Madame Secretary!

And now, a former colleague from the US Senate trots over to Myanmar and manages to get that whack job who decided to swim on over to Aung Sun Siu Kyi's place for a chat released from his impending sentence of hard labor. Something Hillary had not been able to do. So I can't help but wonder when her head is going to explode. And I really, really wish SNL was in season and Amy Poehler could re-enact the smackdown in the Congo shown above. Talk about the cruelty of timimg.

Cruelty of timing is a good way to describe the coming week. Can't believe all that has to get done in less than 72 hours. I don't even want to think about it. So I think I'll go read my book about the political strife in the Middle East - that seems more palatable than pondering all that has to get done this week.