In a nod to Richard Dreyfuss and his charming portrait of a lovable Latin American dictator, "People of Puerto Rico, I love you." What more has Hillary Clinton left to say?

Well, maybe I shouldn't have asked that question.

In the immediate wake of the Indiana and North Carolina primaries, I had made this observation to my better half. "Well, there, it's finally over. Hillary has no path to the nomination now"

"Yeah," my better half had commented dryly in return. “If it weren't for zombie candidates who will not die."

Leave it to an artist to see things in such lovely and graphic terms...

Indeed, even in the wake of Hillary's undoing by the Rules Committee yesterday, the attrition of her own people, and the fact that both the Michigan and Florida Democratic Parties signed off on a compromise, making the math to Hillary’s nomination utterly impossible, and more so, making her ongoing fight on their behalf completely absurd, she's out there, fighting. Who knows to what bitter end.

By the way, when Harold Ickes made his ominous threat yesterday before the Rules Committee. "Mrs. Clinton has told me to reserve her right to take this to the Credentials Committee at the convention," did anyone else see a wide-eyed Barney Fife, tugging nervously at his holsters?

But I digress...

I've been wanting to say this for a long time, and in the spirit of fairness and truth, I'm going to say it right now. Hillary, I would really love to see a woman become President. Hell, women can run the world for the next five thousand years for all I care. Why not? Men have mostly made a mess of it. We'd all do well without all the pent up testosterone in the political mix.

No, it's not sexism, Hillary. My dislike for you has nothing to do with you being a woman. I'd be disgusted with you, whether you were a woman, or a man, or a transsexual, for that matter. You represent something I just can't stand; a lack of moral sincerity. You started out, willing to do anything to become President, and you've done just that, using tactics that resurrect Dick Morris and the reprehensible tactics of triangulation your husband adopted to survive. You know, come to think of it, a case could be made, your husband's use of triangulation is simply George W. Bush's perpetual political campaign machine in its incipient form.

So, here we are, the woman who put her finger to the wind going on six years ago now, and authorized Bush's rush to war, expecting she would have to look tough as a female candidate for President, and wanting to be on the right side of the issue, whether she believed in invading Iraq or not. Ironically enough, Hillary would have looked so much tougher had she voted with her conscience and not her political head. And even more ironically, her candidacy might not have become this bizarre, mirror image to Bush's reasons for going to war. Like Bush, when it was clear Hillary, that you couldn't win this nominating process in a fair and square manner, you were left to change the rules and mileposts. It's about winning the big states, you said, no, the swing states, no, the most popular votes, until finally, I guess, it’s about winning hearts and minds of Puerto Rico.

Well, congratulations. It’s over now. Get real.

In the end, history will simply record that you were beaten fair and square, and by somebody who played by the rules. Had you won it on those terms, I would have voted for you in November, out of respect for the country and the Democratic Party. Come this Tuesday, I only hope you and your supporters will come to that same graceful and compassionate decision.