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Ahh, well . . . . The North American Billary: a rapacious, ravenous, contagious, avaricious, and dangerous beast with an undetermined number of faces; two separate libidos, one calcified and the other malignant; two sets of independently operating legs, one wandering and the other cankled; split personality with matching sexual preferences; dysfunctional moral glands; and an insatiable lust for power.
The Billary is known for its long but highly selective memory,
Ron off.
It’s amazing all of the stuff the two smartest people in the world could not recall.
Ron on.
its complete absence of ethics, a highly developed sense of revenge, and an odd habit of herding its enemies under large wheeled vehicles.
While inhabiting the property at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in the late 1990s, the slick persona of the Billary defiled the image of the North American PotUS, rendering it incapable of honor, integrity, and trustworthiness for several years, with a severe relapse beginning in 2009.
Then about 10 years after the initial assault, the other half managed to single-handedly demolish any remnants of truth, loyalty, and personal accountability in the structure during that same period of relapse into deceit and treachery.
Following hard upon the impact of the cankled half of the Billary’s refusal to accept its own political mortality and have the decency to go off somewhere and ignominiously die, the decrepit slick half’s recent renaissance of ancient misdeeds at precisely the wrong moment in time remind me of Henry II’s lament perto Becket:
“Is there no one who can rid us of this meddlesome beast?”
Apparently no Democrats can get through to Cankles that she’s her own worst enemy and has NO chance of running again for high office . . . or even being relevant, for that matter.
Of course it could be that they’ve collectively decided to simply allow her to continue her delusional campaign of “Not My Fault” to ensure that by the time the 2020 presidential campaign hits high gear she will be politically deceased.
Weiner, Weinstein, Harvey, Spacey, Franken, Slick . . . a veritable Who’s Who of lewdness, lust, libido, and lechery. In the past, HilRod paid teams of detectives to unearth hearsay and produce rumor to shame women in Arkansas into accepting cash to keep their mouths shut about Slick’s licentious activities.
And for years now they’ve just co-existed as business partners in their nefarious and predatory “foundation,” maintaining a husband-wife relationship only where their white-privileged daughter and grandchildren are concerned.
So the question now is whether this latest set of allegations might be the coup de grace to her already critically injured media presence. I for one would read her obit, whether political or biological, with much satisfaction, even glee. Instead of running for president, perhaps she should be running for the border.
I mean, jeeeez, it must really suck to
Amass millions of very suspicious dollars
Hijack your political party
Get debate questions handed to you beforehand
Wipe out people who know where the bodies are buried
Destroy evidence of your illegal activities in government
Rig the vote counts in your favor
Steal the PotUS nomination
Finance a fake dossier on your opponent
Promise voters free everything
Sell your soul to Mephistopheles
and then lose the election to someone you say is incompetent to do the job you still think is rightfully yours because you have a vagina.
Yeah, I’d be pissed, too . . . if I had no morals, no ethics, no scruples, unlimited funds, and the media on my side and my spouse caused me to lose.
It’s over, Hillary. Slick can’t hurt you any more, ‘cause you’re a dead cow walking. Give it a rest. Give US a rest. Go crawl into your empty Absolut bottle and slip off into that “I used to BE somebody” dreamland with Huma and Valerie.
Ron off.
I have nothing to add.