An honest King Pimple of a Man.
An ethical Hillary Rodhambone Clinton.
A beautiful Moochella My Bella. And her brood.
When Chillary Clinton reminded us during her Benghazi song and dance and evade testimony several years ago that what difference does it make now to discuss the ramifications of her decision-making at the State Department, we had to know that her farts were merely a smokescreen to a cover up. The odor of her testimony is surely nothing compared to the stench of this pathetic, dried up, shrew of a woman - a woman who has never has a moist muffin, but apparently is skilled in the art of cooling a 12 pack of Bud between her legs.
Why are we surprised a Clinton would lie and deceive? Why would this team of Bill and Chill be so distraught that Bill's portrait has a shadow of semen-strained-garb just hanging there like a flaccid penis in the background.
I suppose what the definition of "is, is" will now pale with the criminal conduct of Chillary Clinton as Secretary of State. We are reminded that Al Capone was not brought down because of his illegal alcohol - he was brought down on tax evasion. And so it will be with Chillary - all of her unethical and dishonest answers to legitimate questions will now pale because she has broken laws on records and how to handle emails. There is precious little wiggle room - certainly not enough to allow a fat ass witch on a broom to evade - for her time in court and perhaps doing time in the Martha Stewart wing of dried up skanky vajayjays.
What we have here, folks, is a haggard old bitch who fancies herself above the law - one who has consistently told jurisprudence to go fuck itself. And now the Democrats have truly found the perfect replacement for a man who is a liar, an america-hating piece of shit, and who fancies himself King Pimple the Great Blackhead.
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