Hillary Clinton looks good in green.  After all, it’s the color of money  -- and envy.  So it’s symbolic that on St Patrick’s Day she left  the quiet woods of Chappaqua   and wandered back  into the noisy political weeds, ready to jumpstart  her sputtering career.  Who’s to say whether in her bucolic post-campaign gambol Hillary came across  any good luck shamrocks or  wee leprechauns?  What’s clear is that the well-heeled former Secretary of State doesn’t have to scramble over rainbows to secure a pot of gold.  The only question now is how she intends to spend her good fortune to feed her insatiable quest for power. Did anyone really expect Madame Secretary to meander forever?  Even in the wake of her unexpected defeat, Hillary’s professed pining for natural seclusion was, as usual, a lie.  Henry David Thoreau she’s not. Having barely survived ordering a meal...(Read Full Article)