I did a quick little piece last night for the NYPost on Billbo’s latest purple fit. An excerpt:

AW, “s–t” – another Billbo eruption.

Back in January, worried Democrats pleaded with Bill Clinton to zip his wildly flapping lips.

Teddy Kennedy and Rahm Emanuel reportedly told him to tone down the attacks on Barack Obama. None would comment on the record about those discussions. But based on his latest profanity-laced comments caught during a radio interview with a Philadelphia station on Monday, we don’t have to guess how Clinton reacted:

“I don’t think I should take any s–t from anybody.”

Clinton was talking to a WHYY host who asked him about his comparison of Obama’s win in South Carolina to Jesse Jackson’s win there in 1984.

The host noted that a black Philadelphia official had switched her support after construing Clinton’s remarks in South Carolina as an effort to marginalize Obama as “the black candidate.”

The host hit Clinton’s touchy-touchy spot.

How dare she have the audacity to suggest that he, Bill “First Black President” Clinton, had engaged in race-baiting! After all, his office is in Harlem – “and Harlem voted for Hillary, by the way” – he fumed.

Clinton then went, well, all Clinton on the host and on the Obama camp, accusing them of “playing the race card” (those were his exact words) and plotting to “do it all along.”

The narcissism, the conspiratorial mindset, the Olympics-sized sense of entitlement, liberal immunity, and indignation, the utter lack of discipline. It was a classic Clintonian moment. All that was missing was a bald-faced lie…

… On a momentous primary night that should have been all about Her, The Big He made it all about Him. As her macho campaign ad baited Obama about his inability to stand the heat in the kitchen, her own husband was melting down in front of the cameras.

This comes on the heels of his humiliatingly false, non-defense defense of Hillary’s Bosnia sniper fire fable – wherein he insisted she only told the lie once (it was three times) and late at night when she was “exhausted” (try well-rested and well-practiced, dating back to December) – and a multitude of outbursts against other reporters meekly raising questions about his racially divisive comments and tactics.

The finger-wagging king of purple fits can’t control his temper, his mouth, or his self-destructive egotism. He may well cost his wife any slim chance she has left of emerging victorious in Denver this August.

Karl Rove couldn’t have planted a more effective saboteur.