If Barack Obama really wanted Hillary Clinton to be his attack dog, he should have made her his running mate.
As it is, he’s asking her, “hey, sorry about that bitter primary thing, calling your husband racist, and the lack of campaign debt relief. Could you do me a favor and alienate a certain portion of your voters, obliterate your newfound respect from some corners of the right, and incinerate your chance to head a Democratic ticket in 2012 by making a kamikaze run at America’s newest sweetheart, in order to save my tuchus? Thanks.”