There is a possibility that Hell could freeze over. There is no possibility that Hillary will be indicted.
Eva Peron had the good grace to die while still relatively young, and today she is celebrated in song and story, a romantic figure approaching a certain degree of near sainthood in the annals of “progressive” mythology.
Herself, Madame Benghazi, the Cold & Joyless, has the misfortune of living on for far too long, and some of the criminality in the past has had time to marinate and come to the surface. Like a radioactive isotope that must be handled with great circumspect and caution, Herself only brings great harm and distress to those who dare to examine too closely the history and effects of the cumulative decisions of Herself.
It’s a dirty and thankless job, but somebody has to do it.