“The report describes an anxious environment, where Clinton campaign staff struggle to talk about their work to potential employers. Some Clinton campaign staff are so rattled, that they have lost their bearings”
“And what did you do for the Clinton campaign?”, the hiring manager asked.
My pulse raced. I began to sweat profusely. My job had been to hire mentally ill people to wreak havoc on the campaign events of Clinton’s opponents via acts of violence.
I began to mumble about how amazing it was to work for the amazing Hillary Clinton in the most amazing election in world history.
“What was the most amazing thing about Hillary Clinton?”, he asked.
I tried to remember something, anything beyond the fact that Hillary actually paid me once a week just to be a complete a7#hole.
I couldn’t think of anything, so I called him a racist and ran out of the office crying.
The beginnings of the great American novel!