Posted on 11/24/2016 8:10:05 AM PST by GreyFriar
Imagine there’s no presidency, no deplorables too…
Over the past few days I have asked a few friends what they think life is like for Hillary Clinton right now. Of course this is a hypothetical question, since they don’t know, but it is sort of an interesting idea to let your mind wander and wonder what life is like inside Casa Clinton; not just inside the actual house, but inside her actual head. Caution: we are entering an unsafe and scary space.
Let’s start with the outside of the house. I’m sure it’s heavily guarded with Secret Service and private security. I see her home being heavily fenced in with a guard tower, with active patrols going on hourly. There are cameras on every wall and tree. No one is allowed in, including Bill, unless they have been pre-approved days in advance. This means Bill is never allowed in.
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My favorite line: "Satan, why, oh why, did I call 30 million people a basket of deplorables?"
A good speculative article on what Hillary is doing today, 24 Nov 2016
Imagine a Thanksgiving when you can crack open that quart of Wild Turkey (or two) and enjoy the day at your leisure.........
Where is Huma?
A lot of money
No power
No friends
A lot sadness
I prefer Canadian Club, got to watch out for doing too much turkey today. ;)
Actually, I’m giving up whiskey and beer. I’m switching to brandy and wine because: I want to make America grape again!
I’m guessing that the author is describing something that is very close to the truth.
I was sure she would be the grand marshal of the Macy’s parade. No?
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Good article, final sentence nails it.
Thanks for the ping. Great article
Hillary;s out and about photo-ops appear to have been planned. It would be interested to know what’s going on behind scenes.
All those people she thought loved her only did so as long as she was useful.
To quote the Eagles, “Your prison is walking through this world all alone.” Whether or not this is just my own imagination, there is a harsher reality. Hillary is already in prison, and not just prison but her own solitary confinement. There are no conjugal visits. There is no one playing in the yard. There is no laughter or enjoyment, how could there be. So what will a trial do, other than maybe make her a martyr. So here is the deal in the spirit of Thanksgiving. Let’s not pardon the old bird, but, let’s give her a stay of execution. Let’s make a deal: you stay away from us, we will stay away from you. Do any of you truly want to hear her voice again at Congressional hearings, or really, ever again? But if we hear a peep from you or your demented husband, or your freaky pal Huma, or any of your satanic posse, all deals are off the table. So to all those who truly still want to lock her up, I get it, but I’m pretty sure she’s already there.
The bottom line is there is no reason to prosecute Hillary because she is already in a gilded cage. So I guess we should give the Clintons a pass and let them keep their hundreds of millions of dollars abusing her office by selling access and favors and not be held accountable for exposing national security information. So much for the Rule of Law and equal treatment under the law.
This is just a plea for clemency cloaked in faux harsh terms.
I figured that would be Hillary’s “turkey” of choice today. The fact her mind is tortured over losing what she thought was a sure thing election is indeed a time for thanks, and her not knowing if she will get a pardon from Obama or be hounded by a new AG in the Trump Administration is whipped cream on top of the pumpkin pie!
I’m sure she is having dinner someplace ritzy.
Question is: will there be any genuine expression of thankfulness to God?
Any prayer at all?
Look at the world I have conquered
I’ve won every spin of the wheel
I get everything I go after
They ask me how does it feel
I tell them that I’d trade the moon
For a string with an orange balloon
And the days when my only dream
Was a dish of vanilla ice cream
Give me one more chance at the midway
Let me laugh and be gay as a clown
Give me back the world I remember
One more ride on the merry go round
I do my shopping in Paris
My clothes are Balmain and Dior
I have money to buy friends and lovers
Well, isn’t that what it’s for?
But when I go to my bedroom
And stare at my hand painted sky
I think of a world far behind me
A world that my money can’t buy
Lots of things to be thankful for this day.
I imagine Bill coming up to her. “Hey, Hillary, we had three elections between us, and I won two. Two outta three ain’t bad”.
The Thanksgiving indian (pic at right in link)...
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