Senator Hillary Clinton snuck off to visit a fortuneteller of some local repute.  In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.

"There's no easy way to say this,so I'll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widow.  Your husband will die aviolent and horrible death this year."

Visibly shaken, Hillary stared at thewoman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.  She simply had to know.  She met the fortuneteller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her question.

"Will I be acquitted?"