Whenever I read a statement by Chelsea Clinton, I read it in a voice of a sheep bleating.
Mocking anyone’s innate physical appearance is sophomoric and reflects poorly only on the mocker. It’s not like Chelsea Clinton does not give her opponents voluminous material to work with, what with all her asinine comments and clueless behavior. She can’t help what her biological parents bequeathed her.
If you ever run into her, be sure to say “Howdy Chelsea!”
That’s what happens when mom’s use wooden dildo’s.
With a head full of sawdust wouldn’t it’d be more appropriate to ask her puppeteer.
That might be because her skin is stretched over so much body these days
You want to be in the limelight expect to take the blows.
I did a little Howdy Doody research too..
Hey kids, what time is it? It’s Chelsea Clinton time!
just think how Howdy feels.
Her parents brilliantly portrayed on Twilight Zone episodes(The Dummy/Living Dolt) with dad(?) (as himself) “Willie”...and mom “Talky Tina”?
While I have no time for the childish visual comparisons it is interesting that she has nothing to say about those in her mother’s campaign and Podesta who roasted her...
Here's how I think it went down.
There's some twenty-something chick, fresh out of Harvard or Columbia, who is tasked with answering tweets and getting coffee on Chel's staff (yes, there is such a thing). A week or two ago, somebody compared Chelsea to a donkey, so this ditz wrote something like, "Oh yeah stupid, donkeys have superpowers and give rides to babies so I'm super-psyched that you think I'm like a donkey and everything sticks to you!"
Well, every semi-coherent mental dropping from Chelsea is to be treated like the royal poo, so all the sycophants in the media passed it about and praised it and declared it the finest poo in all the land and declared that the producer of the poo was victorious beyond compare in the issuance of the poo.
It came to pass that the twenty-something who actually produced the royal poo tweet had thirty seconds where people on the Team Chelsea noticed her as more than the coffee girl and she felt closer to Chelsea and closer still to a her future as an unbiased reporter at the NY Times. So the young maiden then lamely tried to recreate the magic but, unknowingly, she attributed personality traits to an object that is in fact a block of wood rather than a living thing. Her confusion was understandable though, because she actually does know somebody who looks exactly like that block of wood.
HD had entertainment value. She’s just another Clintoon leech.
It appears that Chelsea has inherited her mothers sense of humor.
More like Dowdy Dutie.
Howdy is also not pleased.
TO BE FAIR, I don’t like when people talk about her appearance.
I mean we all can’t be blessed with my good looks.
Chelsea Clinton not happy about being compared to Howdy Doody. Yeah but think about how Howdy Doody feels.