Tenacious as a leech on steroids, Hillary Clinton now appears to be lining up her ducks for 2016 with a brazen pitch to become Barack Obama's vice president. A dream ticket? Maybe for Republicans, since it would pair a presidential candidate with almost no leadership experience with a running mate who is roundly despised by nearly half the voters. But don't expect such concerns to even slow Hillary down, much less remove her permanently from the political stage. She reminds us of a girl we went to high school with who, from the time she was four years old, would have done absolutely anything to become Miss America. "Joan" cut her beauty pageant teeth when she won the Miss Columbus Day tiara in Atlantic City at the age of 15. Several years later, as a student at Barnard College, she exhausted New York-area competitions with what for her must have been a disappointing reign as Miss Staten Island. Not to be thwarted by this seeming dead end, Joan transferred to the University of Nevada at Las Vegas, where, with relatively sparse competition, she finally won the state beauty title that would enable her to compete as a hometown favorite in the Miss America Pageant that fall. Similarly, Hillary, after spending her college years at Ivy League schools, re-routed her career through the boondocks of Arkansas, where she would toil for the next two decades at getting her lovable lug-of-a-husband elected President. Like Joan, Hillary must have been absolutely confident all along that she would return home someday in triumph. Who knew, when the Clintons first moved into the White House, that the title of First Lady was not nearly what she had in mind? Mothballing Her Tiara Joan's ambitions, though insatiable, were at least finite, and when her lifelong quest to
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