The first night of
the Republican National Convention focused on the safety and security of
America. Each speaker who took the stage
had powerful words that expressed what so many outside The Beltway have been
feeling for nearly eight years.
As the television
cameras panned the convention floor there was an array of “Hillary for Prison”
signs. When the mother of murdered Sean
Smith, a victim of the Benghazi attacks, spoke so movingly about the lies she’d
been told by Clinton someone from the floor yelled out, “Hillary for prison!” Smith acknowledged them saying, “That’s
right, Hillary for prison! She deserves
to be in stripes!”
One speaker after
another spoke to the failings of the Obama Administration, and in particular,
the woman who headed the Administration’s foreign policy. It was noted that neither she nor The World’s
Most Dangerous Community Organizer would name the global threat of radical Islamic
terrorism. The fieriest speech came from
former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani.
The idea that Clinton
is a criminal who should be in prison is something Americans very strongly
believe and it’s reflected in poll after poll.
Her honest and trustworthy numbers are in the tank and continue to slip.
It was extremely gratifying
to watch and listen as Hillary figuratively took body blow after body
blow. The progressives are crying foul
intimating that “the heated rhetoric” crossed a line and signals an “ugly
degradation in American politics.” Who
the hell’s fault is that?
Hillary is
universally despised for her graft, corruption, lies and unaccountability under
the rule of law. Her minions point to
FBI Director James Comey’s unwillingness to indict her for her email scandal as
evidence of her innocence. This is the
flimsiest of rationales and Americans know it.
As the evening neared
the end, Lt. Col. Michael Flynn (US Army Ret.) walked onto the stage, he didn’t
hold back describing the weak and spineless leadership of this Administration. It wasn’t long before the delegates began
chanting, “Lock her up! Lock her
up! Lock her up!”
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