Last night was the big night when Cankles Clinton was
supposed to “hug it out” with The World’s Most Dangerous Community Organizer
following her well-publicized criticism of his “Don’t
do stupid shit” foreign policy.
Little Chucky Todd, the
new host of Meet The Press, summarized
the meeting this way:
“After speculation about their foreign policy disagreements dominated the political news cycle this week, Obama and Hillary Clinton both did their best to project that they had a grand time paling around last night. At a soiree for Vernon Jordan’s wife, the Obamas “danced nearly every song” and “were happy to have the chance to spend time with Secretary Clinton and former President Clinton,” a spokesman said. The awkward personal dance between Obama and Clinton this week had already come across as strained. But the optics of the White House laying out the “surf and turf and pasta” menu at a tony Martha’s Vineyard party—at the same moment that news organizations livestreamed the violence in Ferguson—made it seem even sillier.”
A photo of TWMDCO partying
the night away was posted to Instagram by fellow party-goer Elizabeth Cecil. The
photo was quickly deleted
this morning after it went viral creating a shitstorm of criticism.
Thanks to Elliott Schwartz
of the RNC War Room, we all have access to the photo the regime tried to make
disappear from the Intertoobs.
It takes little, if any,
imagination to deduce that our semi-retired president doesn’t want the world to
witness his ceaseless golf outings and his high-toned dance parties while
Christians are slaughtered in indescribably cruel ways by savages, he swaps Bowe
Bergdahl for five Taliban terrorists, detention centers along our southern
borders remain filled with disease-riddled illegals, an American pastor is
slowly dying in an Iranian prison, a Marine is unjustly held in a Mexican
prison, a crescendo of revolution is building in Ferguson and his
administration drags scandals behind it until they die of old age.
He doesn’t even pretend to care
about any of this. He’s shithouse rat
crazy.
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