“Any bets on how fast Bill rolls on Hillary if they offer to cut a deal with him?”
My bet is never. He looks to be on death’s doorstep and can figure on staying free chasing young girls until the gentleman in black makes his final call.
Mao rolled over on Mrs Mao (the last one).
Let me alone, and you can do what you want to her when I am gone.
And they did, very quickly.