We were all made
aware that Hillary was bringing in her “not-so-secret-weapon” to help her on
the campaign trail. Once she made the
announcement, Republican front-runner Donald Trump jumped on the news with both
feet declaring her husband’s impeachment and decades-old sex scandals (rape,
sexual abuse, bimbo eruptions, et. al.) would be “fair game.”
Hillary had some of
her highest approval ratings in the wake of disclosures about her husband’s
affair with White House intern Monica Lewinsky.
That was in 1998. Democrats are
convinced that deploying their first “Jesus” will guarantee The Ice Cube In
Heels secures the nomination and eventually wins the presidency. They never anticipated the firestorm that
decision created.
On the eve of Billy
Jeff’s debut in Nashua, NH the dumpy flim-flam man they call Michael Moore
tweeted this:
Bill Clinton "abused women?" No. He got parental leave law passed. He was pro-choice. He had consensual sex w/ an adult. #trumps3wives
— Michael Moore (@MMFlint) January 4, 2016
Not so fast you fat,
fat water rat. Too many women have
stated they were raped. Rape is not a consensual
thing. But then, you weren’t going to
mention that or
the 11 trips to “Orgy Island”, a private Caribbean island owned by convicted
pedophile Jeffrey Epstein on the so-called “Lolita Express.”
In 2012, according to
CNS
News, “While speaking at a dedication ceremony for the Franklin D.
Roosevelt Four Freedoms Park in New York City” former President Bill Clinton
said his wife “was known to commune” with Eleanor Roosevelt and Mahatma Gandhi and that
Roosevelt “had passed him a message through Hillary.”
Que the Twilight Zone music maestro:
Clinton: Aliens may have visited us — "We don't know for sure" https://t.co/jIdCaekW68 pic.twitter.com/WC8rbvKIpY
— The Hill (@thehill) January 5, 2016
.@thehill Oh, she knows. (cc: Buzzfeed) pic.twitter.com/9cJhnGufH6
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) January 4, 2016
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