MoDo seems regretful that she will have less reason (at least outside the context of blind dates) to snigger about Bill Clinton's sex life. But she holds out faint hope for a Vice Presidential nod: Aside from the delight Bill would get from living at the Naval Observatory and having a huge telescope to window-peep with, there wouldn’t be much joy in Hillaryland. Hahahahahahahaha! That's the kind of legendary wit that can get you a Pulitzer prize, or the Tuesday night slot at Yakov Smirnoff's comedy club in Branson if Carrot Top cancels at the last minute. But won't Obama think of poor Dowd?