The intelligence of the Intellectual Supremacists varies inversely with the accuracy of their Quantum Theory.

"Say wha'?"

With one eye left, having been blinded in the other eye by the Supreme Court’s Roe v. Wade decision, Intellectual Supremacists will see their numbers, algebraic letters and straight-lined integers rise, clouding their vision.

In anarchic frustration, this tiger of Intellectual Supremacism will treat its trainer Bill Clinton as irrelevant. Clinton will start to feel like magician Roy Uwe Ludwig Horn (of Siegfried and Roy fame) in a Las Vegas tiger cage.

When the Clintons rode the political stallion of Roe v. Wade into power, they didn’t realize it was actually a cage they were entering, a set of circular bars that, while situating them in the center ring of a three-ring circus, permanently imprisoned them there. As the years unfold, they will peer out at us, the audience, with an expression of growing unease.

In election year 2012, the younger, fitter and more charismatic Senator Barack Obama will step into the cage to take over. This is when the tiger will transform into a tigress, the female predator who has always been blind in one eye. Integers mean nothing to her. Male, scientifically blind impatience is one thing, but a female who sees a promise to her broken is voracious in her revenge.

Senator Obama’s sycophantic, post-election victory phone call to Illinois AFL-CIO president Margaret Blackshere to ingratiate himself and get Mayor Richard M. Daley’s Chicago Political Machine to kick into gear for him and take him to the White House, must have fallen on deaf ears. Blackshere would have much preferred talking with Clinton, a great proponent of female supremacy.

The appearance in the tiger cage of a Patriarchal Lumumbist with the style, quiet panache and cachet of Pierre Trudeau will hardly charm the likes of Oprah Winfrey. Senator Obama’s obligatory appearance before Winfrey and her all-female audience will be distantly respectful, denying the Daytime Empress’s chat show its customary heartwarming essence.

Obama carries the same Achilles’ Heel as Trudeau. In his final years, Trudeau’s grief was etched into his gnarled face, so careworn, haggard and haunted. I expect it will be reflected in Obama’s melting features when he reaches late middle age. In 2012, Obama will face me as I campaign for the presidency of the United States. But he will lose and I will win.

So let the circus begin!