Go hide, witch. No one likes you! You tried to be Her Royal Hipness, and failed, because of a man who had never been elected in public office, but who, unlike you, fat ugly b!tch, loves this country.
Your attempt at smiling looks like a chipmunk sitting on a slab of ice. Your laugh sounds like a hyena being eaten by a snake. When a man looks at you, he’s sterile and impotent for the next year.
People disappear around you and the media covers it up. You destroy anyone who gets in the way of your ambitions. What are you going to do now, hag? By the next election you’ll be fatter, uglier, and haggier. Plus you’ll still be a b!tch that nobody likes.
PS, your book stinks.
LOL, tell us how you really feel! :0)