The Prime Minister’s Wife and I For a very nice woman, Alyiza Olmert has one of the worst jobs in the world. Her job is being wife of Prime Minister Ehud Olmert, a man whose approval rating has Zero within the statistical margin of error. Across from their home, boisterous (as only Israelis can be) protestors of every shape and size camp out and yell things at them that even Bella Pelosi on her worst day (and that’s saying something) wouldn’t have dared even thinking about W. (Olmert is a sort of Accidental Prime Minister. A former Mayor of Jerusalem, he had leveraged himself to kind of the Vice Prime Minister because his party thought he could deliver voters in Jerusalem. Serving under Arik Sharon, many believe his primary responsibility was keeping the regular straight from the decaf. When Sharon pulled up lame, Olmert became PM. Olmert has been able to cling to power because all the parties know that, if he called an election, they would all get thrown out.  I have personal fantasy that I once saved his career all by myself -- I was in a small group once when Bob Kraft gave him a Patriots helmet, and Mr. Olmert had ...