While I’m ticking people off, I might as well go whole hog and just say what has been on my mind. Besides, I’m running out of time to say it, because Obama is about to clinch the nomination. Matt Drudge called it, and Matt Drudge does not exaggerate.

I really don’t think we can have a female president.

That’s right, I said it. I’m an unmarried, liberal, working, childless female in the 21st century. But I won’t vote to put a woman in the White House.

It’s not that I think we shouldn’t have a female president. Really, as a global superpower among civilized nations, it’s pretty pathetic that we haven’t had one already. Even Pakistan has had a female prime minister. I mean, that’s just embarrassing.

And of course, women have every bit as much of the intellectual capacity and managerial skill and strategical prowess and yaddah yaddah yaddah as men do. I have no doubt that our nation would thrive under a female presidency, or that our society would experience the kind of real change that we have so desperately needed. I am absolutely confident that our reputation abroad would improve.

And I am certain that other nations would respect her. I’m just not so sure I can say the same for our own.

We are a country that celebrates our hot-shot, cowboy, rough-and-tumble attitude. We do what we want, how we want, when we want. We like our men beefy and our women dainty. We’re the kind of people who still buy Hummers, environment be damned.

We are a nation that elected and re-elected a guy that turns phrases like “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED” and “SHOCK AND AWE” and “BRING ‘EM ON,” as though we are playing some GI Joe video game instead of sacrificing lives in the name of an endless war with a vague and ever-changing objective.

There’s no way these same people would actually elect a girl. Particularly when the alternative has a penis. He may be old and feeble, but that only softens him just enough that a Democrat would actually consider voting for him. That, or he’ll die in office and we’ll be stuck with whatever right-wing yahoo he picks as his running mate.

Consider how ri-damn-diculous Hillary sounded this week when she tried out her new rough-rider stance on foreign policy with Iran:

Obliterate! Them’s fightin’ words! Can you sense the hesitation before it pops out of her mouth, the millisecond in which a tiny George Bush with horns and a forked tail popped up on her shoulder and whispers the word in her ear?

But what America loves to hear George Bush say just don’t sound right coming from a female-type.

It sucks. I know it does. If a man is strong, he’s capable; if a woman is strong, she’s a bitch. It’s not fair. But it’s how our country operates. I want to see it change as much as the next person, but we have fallen into such a deep political and economic hole, I just don’t think now is a good time to risk our one big chance to dig ourselves out.