So she writes another “Obama’s not all he was cracked up to be” column, and everyone is ready to stick a fork in him because MoDo says he’s done.

Pahleeeese.  This is what MoDo does.  Two weeks after Republicans nominate someone for president, she’ll write a column sticking a fork in that person and swooning at the sight and sound of The One.

Like hooking up with her first true love, even though it’s been forever.  She’ll never forget her first.

MoDo has yet to do a Gail Collins and crouch in a fetal position under the bed with a pillow over her head.

Until then, it words, just words.