Once again, we are in the midst of the meltdown of Kankles' Presidential bid. In 2008, she was outdone by a toothy grinning, clean, and articulate (Vice Perpetrator Joe Bite Me's own words about King Pimple) Kenyan who spent 2 minutes in the U.S. Senate after blackmailing his way through the Illinois State House. Despite inventing the Birther movement (later to be used by The Donald) and trying to knee cap a Chicago punk, Kankles couldn't take out Barack. And now we are watching Krazy Bernard the Socialist taking it to Kankles - and even out fundraising her in March.
In short, Kankles is now under the shadow of something getting ready to land on her head.
Defeat?
Indictment?
Karma?
There is no excitement behind Kankle's campaign. She is too old to turn on lesbians other than the ones that follow GMILF tendencies (Grand Mother I'd Love to Fuck). She is a product of post world war two - and she's a former hippie commie babe who managed to pull off the second documented case of immaculate conception when Chessie popped out of the vagina without Bill getting closer to Hillary than three freet. Hillary has to disappear from time to time to retire to her casket and she needs to avoid direct sunlight as much as she can.
We are here, in the delicious stage of Kankles - the demise is now snowballing toward hell where she'll assume her place in the Clinton wing of the Hotel Hades - where she can talk to Huma and they can lick each other senseless for all eternity and then find at the moment of possible climax, that a mouse trap emerges to snap off the clitoris.
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