Posted on 11/09/2016 1:56:32 PM PST by maggief
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Ed Klein: Here’s what I know, not my opinion. About 6:30 this morning she called an old friend. She was crying inconsolably. She couldn’t stop crying. And her friend, her female friend from way, way back said it was even hard to understand what she was saying she was crying so hard. This is Hillary we’re talking about. Eventually her friend said she could make out that she was blaming James Comey, the Director of the FBI, for her loss, and, I don’t understand exactly, the president of the United States for not doing enough.
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When Gore finally conceded his daughters were crying their eyes out. So was Kerry’s daughter. Chelsea was all smiles. Narcissists do not have human emotions.
I wonder if she wasn’t thinking about a court challenge or trying to figure out if they could still rig PA. So they sent Podesta over and while he was on the way she decided to concede. Sorta’ like RFK being sent to LBJ’s hotel room to break it to him that he wasn’t going to be selected for VEEP. But when he told LBJ, LBJ let him know that JFK had just offered it to him.
Maybe Chelsea is simply relieved that it's all over. That she can hopefully go back to being a mom, instead of being an executive of a criminal organization.
IOW, she might actually be normal, John McCain notwithstanding.
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Party ownership of the print media
made it easy to manipulate public opinion,
and the film and radio carried the process further.
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....... The Ministry of Truth, Winston's place of work, contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. The Ministry of Truth concerned itself with Lies. Party ownership of the print media made it easy to manipulate public opinion, and the film and radio carried the process further. The primary job of the Ministry of Truth was to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels - with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child's spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary. Winston worked in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT (a single branch of the Ministry of Truth) editing and writing for The Times. He dictated into a machine called a speakwrite. Winston would receive articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to alter, or, in Newspeak, rectify. If, for example, the Ministry of Plenty forecast a surplus, and in reality the result was grossly less, Winston's job was to change previous versions so the old version would agree with the new one. This process of continuous alteration was applied not only to newspapers, but to books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, sound-tracks, cartoons, photographs - to every kind of literature or documentation which might conceivably hold any political or ideological significance. When his day's work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. He dialed 'back numbers' on the telescreen and called for the appropriate issues of The Times, which slid out of the pneumatic tube after only a few minutes' delay. The messages he had received referred to articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to rectify. In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and on the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building. As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames. What happened in the unseen labyrinth to which the tubes led, he did not know in detail, but he did know in general terms. As soon as all the corrections which happened to be necessary in any particular number of The Times had been assembled and collated, that number would be reprinted, the original copy destroyed, and the corrected copy placed on the files in its stead. In the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one-sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs. There were huge printing-shops and their sub editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices; clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall; vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored; and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed. And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence. |
Too bad they won't be around long enough to actually SPEND much of it!
Hillary should be GLAD that Ed McMuffin; Mormon; drained away a LOT of Trump votes in Utah! Her STOMPING there would have been even greater! Donald Trump (R) 46.8% Hillary Clinton (D) 27.81% Evan McMullin (O) 20.41%
Didn’t someone give her a trophy for participating?
Now that the witch is dead, I am hoping the flying monkeys all desert her too.
And someone picks up the broomstick and hands it to Trump
Muslims, a fast growing wealthy demographic. He and VA Dems jumped to embrace the leader of the mosque that Anwar al Awlaki and VA Jihad / SAAR was involved with.
He’s not in charge now- Valerie Jarett will do it for him.
Clinton has non-disclosures on all her staffers. Only the queen gets book deals and control of the stories.
Well , I’m not talking about staffers necessarily . Maybe someone from Rose Law Firm , along those lines .
Satan ALWAYS cheats his acolytes at the last turn of the card. Sorry, Hillary, you sold your soul for a short payoff.
And malignant narcissists are the most dangerous when they are denied their lusts ... gonna be an interesting few weeks, until the fed goes after the Soros money connections to the fools herded together for riots, then the real shyte will hit the rotary blades.
She’s just not right in the head. She spent her entire life as a crooked corrupt hateful lefty stealing and cheating in order to become President = we sure dodged a bullet.
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