The other day, when asked what something she always carries with her, HRC answered unhesitatingly “hot sauce“. Apparently, carrying hot sauce around with you, is a black people thing. And she needs the votes of Obama’s biggest voting bloc percentage-wise, to win. This election cycle has been very educational for me. 8+ years of SCOAMF inhabiting the airwaves and I just heard about CPT last week. Honestly. And here I am, the definition of a racist by virtue of my ethnicity, gender, age and prior service. Yet, Hillary and De Blasio needed to educate me on this important terminology. That got me thinking, what would my answer be to that question? People who know me would answer: knife, wallet, cash, maybe a little flashlight for trans-illuminating (not cis-) ganglion cysts. That would be a great thread: “What is in various Hostages pockets?”
This song is from a show called True Blood that I’ve only seen because Paula tried watching it on Netflix and eventually gave up on it. This song, which sounds like it was sung by a local bar band, will not inspire me to try watching it again.
It’s been depressing how long her email scandal has been treated as a non-event by the MSM. One wonders how long they’d remain silent if a GOP Secretary of State had a private home server. Don’t answer…that was rhetorical.
After dealing with Obama’s bullshit for the last 8 years I can’t stomach the thought of Hillary playing through his fundamental transformation. The idiocy of the GOP in not organizing a candidate who should easily beat her flimsy record infuriates me.
Between all of her and Bill‘s scandals you would think it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. Eh, I’m listening to coverage of New York‘s primary voting as I put this together and it’s got me riled up. I’ve taken solace in the comments a few of you have added where you have faith in America. I do too and need to remember to calm the fuck down and turn off the media feed when I’m getting edgy.
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