That cameo appearance on the side street of New York City, coming out of Chelsea’s apartment building was simply absurd and desperate and frankly laughable. Hey, look, I can do cartwheels. I’m not sick, I’m not sick, I’m not sick. I can march up and down, no limp. I can hug a little girl sent on cue by central casting.
Well, which is their alibi: either she was sick or she wasn’t sick. Which was it that day? It depended on which part of the day the spin machine was spinning. They were desperate, after the realization that the entire universe saw with their very own lying eyes just how sick she really is. That shocking sight of her legs collapsing was not the picture of a dehydrated woman. If it was, why, praytell, did no one in her broad shouldered entourage, and it was a big entourage, seem to be the least bit concerned with her, to apply a compress, give her something to drink, but only concerned and concerned big time with creating a semicircle adjacent to the van to try to block all views of her?
>>I can hug a little girl sent on cue by central casting.
Great line.
How many other times have you ever seen her with a kid? Zero? That’s right.
I’ve watched the video of Hillary collapsing several times. I keep thinking that it looks like she OD’ed on opiates. Her “amazing recovery” could be due to Narcan.