Saturday, April 13, 2019

Winter Has Come For Hillary

The kickoff for “An Evening with President Bill Clinton and former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton” began in New York City at the Beacon Theater last Thursday night.

Maureen Callahan, a writer for The New York Post on pop culture attended what she described as a “snoozefest” saying the coverage of the event was “typically respectful and anodyne” making little, if any, news.  That is until a heckler in the front row stood up and shouted, “Bill, this is boring!”

Coming to her rapist husband’s defense, Hillary AKA The Ice Cube In Heels, began talking over him saying the “important political conversations” they were trying to have can be difficult, especially when interrupted by “agent provocateurs.”

“Jeffrey Epstein!” shouted the man.

A little later, Clinton toadie Paul Begala addressed Granny, “May I ask you—this is a question I get a lot because I lived a life in politics, nothing like yours—which is closer to reality of life in politics, which TV show? The ‘West Wing’ or ‘Veep’?”

“Oh, probably ‘Game of Thrones,’” Clinton quipped, “At least in my experience.”

After her humiliating defeat in the 2016 presidential election, Hillary wrote in her post-election memoir “What Happened” that she envisioned herself as the fictional queen of Westeros, Cersei Lannister, the ruthless and power-hungry, irredeemable villain in HBO’s runaway hit “Game of Thrones”.
Without ever mentioning President Trump by name, the Clintons touted themselves as forever devoted to bringing everyone together except the “deplorables” and trying to salvage rural economies except those in Wisconsin.

And so, these corrupt old fossils plod on refusing to surrender the stage as today’s Democrat Party tries to leave the Clintons right where they belong: firmly ensconced in the past.

Remember Hillary, the night is dark and full of terrors and Bernie was the High Sparrow.

UPDATE:  Welcome readers of Bad Blue Uncensored News.  We thank Doug Ross for linking to this post.

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