Journalists, and especially humorists, need to come clean and admit that none of us ever really wanted to see Hillary Clinton in the White House. No, it isn’t her hair or her know-it-all attitude or her inexplicable marriage or her pitiful attempts to portray herself as a tribune of the working class or the fact that she went to Wellesley that puts us off. She’s just no fun, and politicians who are no fun are hard to write about. A barrel of monkeys is fun. A barrel of dead monkeys is no fun. Hillary is less fun that three barrels of dead monkeys. Maybe 300. […] For a satirist, the most depressing thing about this year’s campaign is that Hillary is still standing while so many other richly amusing candidates have fallen by the wayside. Dennis Kucinich and his UFO theories was a peach. Mike Huckabee provided loads of fun with his pastoral quips and bass guitar. No one ever looked sillier in a vote-seeking sweater than Mitt Romney (not even Wesley Clark). John Edwards, the prole with the 28,000-square-foot McMansion, never failed to charm, and Rudy Giuliani, with his romances, his comb-over and Bernard Kerik kept the whole nation loose. All of them are sorely missed.