Posted on 12/18/2003 6:20:39 PM PST by Lando Lincoln
Having studied the Clintons up-close and personal, I have long since concluded that their politics are not the ideals of Liberals, nor are they the dreams of the naive. Instead, they matured from the radical New Left into the hateful “Hard-Left.”
Nothing I have discovered has discouraged me from concluding that Hillary Clinton and her sometimes brilliant, sometimes useful-dupe husband are less than dedicated Marxists. Her mentor was Saul D. Alinsky, long-time Communist Party, U.S.A. member, and author of the Hard-Left’s playbook, “Rules for Radicals – A Pragmatic Primer for Realistic Radicals.”
If you ever read this book, readily available in any book store and most college campus libraries, you will instantly recognize Bill and Hillary Clinton’s pattern of political conduct. Not only that, but once you read this book, you can predict every political move Hillary Clinton will ever make.
I’d be surprised to learn that the Republican National Committee does not have this book as required reading for every staff member. If they don’t, they would be well-advised to order some copies.
Let others hint and imply, I worked in “the nest,” and I know. I was there, met their friends and saw their backgrounds. I heard them talk and express a visceral hatred toward Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, and anyone who ever worked for them.
They are hard-hearted, Hard-Left and very hateful people. Which brings me to my point.
I saw what the Clintons did to our White House, to employees who worked there, to the military officers unlucky enough to serve there – and I was myself subjected to one of the most hateful smear campaigns ever launched against a Clinton truth-teller. I didn’t hate them then, and I don’t hate them now.
To give in to that emotion would be to admit that I am powerless in the face of their power, which is not true then, now, or ever.
I never hated them, no matter what they did – anymore than I hated the Mafia crook, the kidnapper or the drug dealers I put in prison. I never hated these people, because they only represent human failure, which I do hate. I hate Communism, Socialism and National Socialism (Nazi), because these ideologies represent the worst character flaws in humans. They feed on human failure.
All these collectivist political movements have the same thing in common. In order for them to get and keep power, people must fail – or enough of them must fail to be ready to turn their lives over to people like Hillary on the basis of a lie, on the promise that somehow life will become better.
Except that it never does; it only gets worse. Millions of corpses in thousands of mass graves are silent testimony to the most deadly time on our planet – the last 100 years – when at least 100,000,000 died at the hands of their own governments, all of them Communist or Socialist.
That’s why I truly hate the sickness called Communism – because it is deadly.
That people can be born and raised in this country and grow up to hate America, hate Christians because of their beliefs, hate Capitalism because some do better than others – hate President George Bush because no matter what, he continues to do the right thing and his popularity with the American people continues to grow – that there are actually those who hate George Bush enough to fly to Iraq and make a political speech criticizing the Commander-in-Chief on Thanksgiving Day is truly appalling!
I hate the sickness that takes over a woman’s mind, allowing her to snatch every opportunity to misuse her moment in time, to keep that kind of hate alive.
But I cannot hate the persons of Hillary or Bill Clinton. I feel sorry for them. They have been especially privileged and lucky, and now they are especially rich, having sold books they did not write – and I would posit, never could write.
And yet they remain unhappy. They want to tear down this country. They support an ideology that will eventually destroy Democracy and Capitalism, if not stopped now.
And they will do anything they have to do to get their power back. They will lie, cheat and destroy others to get what they want. But they are no worse than others I met as an FBI agent. Except, in every profession but politics, you can be put in prison for lying, fraud, stealing, and trying to falsely imprison innocents – like Billy Dale, of the White House Travel Office, for example.
But in politics, you can reach high office, and then lie about the Commander-in-Chief during a time of war, in a foreign land, on Thanksgiving Day. You can bad-mouth President Bush to his own troops who are there and prepared to die for this country. You can do all that, and more, and not fear any consequence for your actions.
What Hillary just did is the perfect way to define hate.
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He may not, but I sure do.
May I?
She's a swine. A vulgar little maggot. A worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet she couldn't pour p!ss out of a boot with instructions on the heel.
She's a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with her. She's a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. She's a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. She's a jerk, a cad, a weasel. His life is a monument to stupidity. She's a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
She's a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying her alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired her and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as her. She's a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of her.
She has all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid her. She's vile, worthless, less than nothing. She's a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth.
She's a snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick her up, drive its beak into her brain, and upon finding it rancid set her loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of her ignoble blood.
May she choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of her own trite, foolish beliefs. She's grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. She's foul and disgusting. She's a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on her. Even sheep won't have sex with her.
She's unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning does she expect her delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion have to us? What fantasy does she hold that she would believe that her tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
She's a waste of flesh. She's ridiculous and obnoxious. She's the moral equivalent of a leech. She's a living emptiness, a meaningless void. She's sour and senile. She's a disease, a puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day she's a half-wit. She reminds me of drool.
She's deficient in all that lends character. She has the personality of wallpaper. She's dank and filthy. She's asinine and benighted. She's the source of all unpleasantness. She spreads misery and sorrow wherever she goes. She's a smarmy lagerlout git. She's a clouted boggish foot-licking twit.
She's a fiend and a coward. She's a degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing she exists. I despise everything about her, and I wish she would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid she is. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. She's trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. She emits more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Nothing in our universe can really be that stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me.
I don't have enough strength left to deride her ignorant, half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of her drivel.
It's just right for the bent one though.
Actually, evil people are worth hatred. Hillary is hateful, she is playing the game.
You'd think someone would be able to buy a copy. Money talks.
I'd die of embarrassment if some of the drivel I wrote as a student got out. But then again, I long ago abandoned my mush-for-brains college liberalism.
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