Let’s not forget that before Podesta became an O-advisor, he served the Clintons.
Here’s the real skinny on his encounters of the third kind, or in his case, the fifth kind. See he was knock back the single malts with Willie one night in the Oval office, smokin’ one of Willie’s ‘special cigars’. He asked Willie why it was so special since it had definite fishy taste. Willie said, it’s because I dip them in somethin’ special and put them in the humidor.”. Well, up popped Hillary from behind the couch, where she’d been passed out drunk. Well, the ash trays, glasses and crystal coasters commenced to flying, and Willie was dodging this way and that, and Hillary screaming something about Willie calling Huma a whore or something. And then, bam!. Podesta got himself potted in the melon with a very elegant crystal coaster. Old Hillary had sailed that thing like a Frisbee and like to kill old John, dropping him like a steer. And that’s the only flying saucer Podesta ever saw and it scrambled his mind but good.
And that’s the rest of the story.
Brian Williams wrote that, didn’t he.