Oh, bull.
The same thing happened after Gore’s concession speech. People like and appreciate gracious exit speeches. (Not that I heard Hillary’s exit speech. She disgusts me and I never watch the screeching hag.)
I, too, love democrat concession speeches.
I would love to hear them every election.
Last days? Just tell me about the last 6 hours of screaming and trashing a hotel room on election night.
Jennifer Palmieri is one of the slimiest of the slime near the top of the Clinton Crime Organization.
Awe Geez.....
Crappy campain, crappy candidate, crappy concession.... Crapfest all the way around...
Gender had nothing to do with it, she actually performed far better than she ever should have following up the disaster that was the Obama administration.
She couldn’t run on his record, because it was crap... especially in places she needed to win outside the coasts.... she couldn’t run on her own record for the same reason.... so she played the only play she had left... try to demonize her opponent... it was the only play she had...
Hillary didn’t shine in her concession speech... she may have had she delivered it the night before, instead of being in a drunken rage or whatever was going on when she found out she lost to not be able to do it....
But she just looked like a bitter pathetic person doing it the next day, period.
Good GAWD, Jennifer looks like a very angry drag queen, taking fugly to a whole new level!!!
No wonder she’s so p*ssed off all the time......
So Jennifer Palmieri was as clueless as all the other Hillary supporters. Was she crying on Election Night 2016, like the snowflakes at the Javits Center that night?
Uhh...okay...
Is this moronic strumpet giving praise to the speech Hitlery delayed giving her supporters and finally only did because she was almost forced to by the Dem party? I’ll always call it her condescension speech.
"I want to tell you what that day after we lost felt like. It felt like a movie scene you would never see. The scene where you don’t defuse the bomb just in time. The scene where the world explodes.
It is 7 a.m. on Wednesday, Nov. 9. I wake up in my room at the Peninsula New York hotel, having gone to sleep two hours before.
What follows?
Silence. A suffocating silence. Like I have been hurled into a black hole. Disconnected from the rest of the world. It doesn’t even seem possible to me that I could still speak with the other campaign staff. I imagine that if I picked up my phone to call one of them, it wouldn’t work. I imagine each of them also tumbling in space, in isolation, no gravity, no orientation.
This much I can process: I feel fear. Free-floating fear. It’s not attached to anything specific yet. Just fear."
“gracious loser” OMG, so hilarious.