That's your privilege of course. I prefer to believe in the Easter bunny, but it's damned unlikely to pan out, I guess.
This has every hallmark of the patented clinton fiction technique: 1. It just comes out of the blue, no explanation, no context, (no chance.)
2. It is about someone who is dead, and no witnesses, so there is no risk of exposure.
3. The fictional character is of course anonymous.
4. It is extremely improbable because it is totally out of character for the clintoid storyteller (as if hilLIARy would ever be caught dead actually talking with some unknown commoner long enough for such a story to come out.) She didn't even talk to her own staff in the White House!
5. Most significantly, the story assumes the public will be a stolid and credulous bunch of serfs who will just stand and gawk and suck it down uncritically, and she is not even bothered that it could be checked out with a little sleuthing (like the Sir Edmund Hillary BS).
6. In other words, she doesn't even care if she gets caught in a lie. This is the ultimate expression of contempt that this critter has for everyone; including the way she thinks about you, coteblanche.
Why would you look up to someone who dumps on you so? Don't you know she hates you?
hinckley buzzard, this is the best description of the B yet!