After watching Hillary’s Oscar winning performance last Thursday
before The House Select
Committee On Benghazi, I’m now completely
convinced that Hillary could stand naked on the smoldering carcass of
Chris Stevens while smoking a fat Bob Marley-sized joint, as she
screamed aloud the contents of Mein Kampf, and the Left would hail her a
Warrior Poet. She’s the new Lizard King … she can do anything.
Matter
of fact, if I were Satan, I’d start sweating my crimson butt off
because The Hildebeest made the Serpent of Old look like a clunky,
overly honest used-car salesmen. Our Faust is female, y’all.
Not
one person and not one question rattled Hillary. As in no one. As in
nada, nothing, zilch, zero, zippo got under her wrinkled, Bill-averse
flesh. Bow and kiss the ring, peeps, and meet the new boss, same as the
old boss.
Hillary’s flawless and skillful execution wasn't
because she was telling the truth -- because she wasn’t. She knew she
was peddling lies and everyone and their iguana knew that she was
stretching the truth through her Frito Pie-hole. But it didn’t/doesn’t
matter because she did it with such amazing precision. And that’s all
that matters in our unfortunate day; namely, an adept ability to con
abecedarian Americans.
The only weird
moment Hillary had came via that coughing fit, which was completely
understandable because one can only spout so much bullcrap until it
triggers mucus to drain down the back of one's throat, causing one to
cough.
Yep, folks, I obviously thought she was good and that she
took blowing bollocks to an Olympic level that Obama could only dream
of. In comparison to and in contrast with Obama’s attempts at regaling
us with his gobbledygook, please note that she didn’t have all the “uhs”
and and “ums” that accompany the president when he’s slinging hash. It
was deception perfection on steroids, ladies and gents.
That
said, I predict salesmen, shady evangelists, “journalists,” members of
Congress, psychopaths, mean girls and Facebook stalkers, in days to
come, will study her subtleties because what she wielded was some
world-class wiles.
For stage purposes, Hillary looked completely
“presidential” during her Benghazi cross. Completely comfortable.
Nearly too comfortable
.
I don’t believe any of the GOPers
could’ve even come close to doing what Hillary did in deceiving The
United States of Duh. Especially, Marco Rubio. Rubio would’ve never
been able to pull off that sleight-of-hand. Marco sweats when he tells
the truth. He perspires more that a 15-year-old boy at a Beyoncé
concert. He's a rookie. Hillary's a pro.
Read the rest:
I Hate to Say This But... Hillary Will Be Our Next President - Doug Giles - Page 2
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