- When I first read about Bill Clinton in the Wall St.
Journal and learned that he was nicknamed Willy Slick (later reversed to
Slick Willy) because he promised whatever was needed to get what he wanted
and then reneged on the deal, I wondered what kind of woman would marry
and stay with this kind of man.
- Was she a naïve, young, easily impressionable girl
led astray by a wily cad? Was she a Stepford Wife of a skirt chasing, draft
dodging coward, silently ashamed, yet trapped in a loveless marriage? I
watched her. I listened to what she said and I paid real close attention
to her in all the situations I found her: as wife, as co-president, as
mother. And I found her wanting in her many roles.
- That phony smile she gives her daughter was belied by
the day I saw Hillary and Bill up on stage with Chelsea, who had suffered
a sprained ankle in ballet class and was on crutches. When the event was
over, departing the stage via a four step down path was proving difficult
for this thirteen year old. Neither parent had even a glance in her direction.
Neither parent seemed aware of her at all. She finally was rescued and
helped down by a man from the audience. How odd, I thought. If it were
one of my kids, you know their safety would be my first concern and I m
sure I could have managed a smile for those nearby or a word of conversation
while I was doing it, too.
- Then they left Arkansas after they stole the election
and at the airport I watched a devastated girl, face distorted by heart
felt grief hugging goodbye her school chum. Neither parent, again, seemed
to be even the slightest bit aware she was in some intense pain. Then I
read about how Hillary and Bill would grill the child at the dinner table,
until she cried, to toughen her up for the campaign trail. Then I realized
Hillary probably had her to cement a family vote and was happy to have
others raise and attend to her. I wondered if there ever was a kind, simple
moment together, but as I scanned their faces, saw nothing of tenderness
or kindness or motherly care and concern on Hillary s.
- Then I was to learn that Hillary had an affair with a
married Vince Foster. I read from reliable sources that they hugged and
French kissed and grabbed ass right out in the open, in front of others.
So much for respect for the marriage of either. If love, intense love,
happens to two people who are married to others, then that must be respectfully
addressed. But I was wrong; they are not respectful of each other, of marriage,
or anything else but their own power.
- I then read that the four of them: Vince, Hillary, Bill
and his female du jour would double date. Ok. So that s what the sanctity
of marriage means to them. Nothing. Just like the sanctity of the law and
here I watched what Hillary, the smartest lawyer in the world had as a
track record. When I dug, I found nothing much at all and absolutely no
trial experience. So I dug some more and found something very interesting:
back decades ago, when the Chicoms were looking to buy a politician for
the long haul, they opened the Worthen Bank and the bank s first loan of
$4 Billion to Saddam Hussein to get his chem/bio labs up and running was
shepherded by the young attorney Hillary Rodham.
- As I watched, I learned. The cattle future trading that
was impossible for anyone other than the regulating Governor s wife. She
claimed she read the Wall St. Journal and following the intel therein,
turned $1,000 into almost $100,000. Now I read the Journal and I know this
is bogus. I watched at she sat posed to mimic the portrait of Abe Lincoln
above her, in her pretty pink sweater set and lied through her teeth, blaming
some staffer for all her problems while the law firm burned out shredders
getting rid of the paper trail.
- Then I learned that Foster was murdered and wondered
just who those blonde dyed hairs found on his undershorts belonged to?
Was it as was rumoured, one of Bill s service girls from his hippie days,
or did they belong to some other suicide blonde (dyed by her own hand,
an old expression that fits a pun here). Then came the documents from Foster
s office that Hillary had put in her bedroom closet. Gee, so much for lawyerly
ethics, eh? Then all the phone calls, the scramble after the body was found
that was never really explained, along with that private line that suddenly
disconnected and was now never to have existed in the first place.
- The incredibly Marxist and police statist Health Care
Plan that actually had prison terms and huge fines if a doctor was used
without the gatekeeper s permission; the fact that the gatekeeper legally
kept any unspent funds at the end of each year, funds that should have
gone for patient tests and care; the closed meeting that started with a
budget of $800,000 and came in at a busting $13.2 Million with no credible
explanation for where that taxpayer money went all these things defined
the woman I first called Evita way back in the early nineties. I must confess,
she didn t let me down in that moniker, for she was every bit the limousine
liberal that I have seen her expose herself to me.
- This woman is a Marxist to the core and insults real
women everyday with her sophomoric nonsense. I heard her say in an interview
that she went into a ladies room once and noticed the attendant was a person,
too . Oh, cripes. It took her to adulthood to learn that lesson? I would
have been embarrassed to admit such an egocentric attitude.
- If anyone believes she won the NY Senate fair and square,
they have been out in the sun too long. She ran no race; she gave few interviews,
nobody really knew where she stood on any topic other than the socialistic
crap she has fed us for eight years. And now she is, as was her husband
before her, doing everything she possibly can to insure her run for the
White House in 2004. Al Gore is damaged beyond another run; no one else
dare stand in her way. She and her little black book of blackmail will
ensure any obstacles will be removed.
- However, it will all be for naught. The sad life that
started with a mother who hated her own life and marriage and poisoned
her daughter likewise; a stingy, stern father who couldn t part with a
kind word; the following years lusting for power to fill the void created
in her childhood home, all now culminating in the final dash for world
power via the presidency of the sole remaining superpower will be stopped,
dead in its tracks. The Internet will be her undoing as more and more people
awaken from slumber and see what is before their own eyes the ultimate
threat to the American way of life, a life of freedom and liberty and the
pursuit of happiness.
- The media may be in bed with the badguys, but we are
not and we have the power they could only dream of & and I will be
chronicling just what the Ms. Rodham, NY s newest junior Senator is up
to and I will wager it proves to be no good for the citizens of this great
country. When she stole the senate race in New York, she effectively put
herself in the spotlight and we all know she has none of the flimflam con
man game of her husband. All the Hollyweird lighting and staging will not
serve her because we can see through the smoke and mirrors. Make no mistake,
this woman is out to dominate the world and she cares even less than her
mate who gets screwed or killed in the process. This will be her undoing.
This lust for power will continue to allow her to think she is protected
from the exposure of all her dastardly deeds. You can see it now, the result
of all that globe trotting all the women who support her dress now a la
Her Highness, as Arafat has named her: dark jacket, trousers, flat shoes
and a white blouse open at the neck. I d bet if you turned up the collar
it would be Mao all over again. Only thing missing is the little wire-rimmed
glasses and the red book. But Hitlery has contacts and the text is burned
into her brain. The chink in her armor is her predictability and her vulnerability
is the thinking patriots who own this country.
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