“U.S. District Court Judge Emmett Sullivan also ordered Hillary Clinton to explain why, on Oct. 22, 2015, she told the House of Representatives Select Committee on Benghazi that all of her emails “were in the State Department’s system” and “if they want to see them, they would certainly have been able to do so.” “
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Regarding the five Questions the Federal Judge wants answers to, I will be extremely interested in any answer other than “I don’t recall.”
Her explanation for the above???
“I am above the law.”
Regarding the five Questions the Federal Judge wants answers to, I will be extremely interested in any answer other than “I don’t recall.”
Her explanation for the above???
“I am above the law.”
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Would be interested to hear:
“Well, first I was in a plane crash and sustained a head injury for which my staff “awarded me” a crash helmet. *cough* *COUGH!* I can’t say where that happened because I was in country for illicit reasons. *COUGH!*
Then there’s my habit of falling down, passing out or just plain keeling over. Some of this activity can be anticipated (gestures *glug, glug, glug*), and some of it can’t (see footage of me being thrown head first, face down into my personal medical van at a 9/11 ceremony).
My brain injury(ies) required glasses designed for TBI patients. Liars and haters said so on the nightly news! THOSE HATERS, I’LL GET THEM! *cough!* *cough!*
Sadly, my “religion” (i.e., Satanism) entails rituals and practices that no decent person with a functioning brain would engage in, and which are known to maim the conscience, soul, and brain. What’s odd about that is.... I adopted my Satanic faith before I was injured...but that’s another 47 stories for another time.
Since then I fell on the stairs *ha ha ha*. Yeah that was a hoot when I read that I was “running downstairs” in “heels”...can you believe it? And...and....”carrying a coffee cup!” AHAHAHAHA! Like I carry my own coffee!!!! *cough!* *cough!* He he he! *head bobbles uncontrollably*
Since then I’m held upright by a body brace and either tethered to a car seat or seated on the lap of an unfortunate bodyguard. “Unfortunate” because I LOATHE bodyguards and treat them like trash! *left eye wanders off, wanders back*
It’s all Bill could do to compose himself when I basically howled at the moon during my campaign’s balloon drop. I can’t WAIT to be president! No matter what state of physical decay I display in public, I WILL BE QUEEN!!!! IT’S MY TURN! And I have all the sharp mental capacities and memory for the throne...ah...office. I just can’t remember the content of that stupid judge’s 5 questions. *coughing attack*