She can question all she wants.
She still wakes up every day knowing that she LOST...
... and then old Slick Willy probably has to tuck his tail between his legs and duck the flying ashtrays and other heavy objects as she rages and screams.
And the rest of us don’t have to refer to that b*tch as “Madam President”.
Now, Picture THAT in your head and TELL ME you’re not grinning from ear to ear at the thought of it...
Damn... I just got a warm and fuzzy again... (and every day since last November, actually).
I wonder how many days the Clintons co-habitate ... in the past year? Really, would you like to wake up next to either one of them?