Pale, stressed, and hopelessly unprepared, Hillary McCheeselegs-Wrinkleface has made a helluva splash.
Think of Rosetta plummeting haphazardly from the high dive into a pool of pudding. That covers about 1% of the fuck ups that are in store for the worst candidate to be anointed for the presidency.
What everyone fails to remember is that Hillary is a horrible, rotten, no good politician. She makes Donald Trump’s hair look good. Al Gore seems vibrant and more lifelike. Al Sharpton sounds like a Laurence Olivier reading Henry V. She blows—but not like a fat girl with a hankering for a little preezy butter.
Sure, at one point we all thought we’d possibly vote for her over the shit for brains Republican front runners in 2008, but she got knocked off by a pseudo intellectual stoner that regurgitates the shit we used to talk about in high school. And frankly none of us would have pulled the lever for her anyway. We would have stayed home.
In many ways were a bit ahead of the curve because we pay attention to politics, if only to throw monkey poop. Just wait until the population writ large gets a better look at the ‘ol battleship Rhodam. She’s more appealing as a distant memory.
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