30 March 2008

Kiss It, He Said

I don't know, Bill, but what if I had your past—and of course, as a woman, I never could—I'd be thinking seriously on shutting up right about now.

Which, I understand, would be the exact point where you really get started, but my god, has your presidential aura ever worn thin. That statesman thing? So over.

Once there was good feeling; I remember '92. What people like you don't understand is, That is capital you done spent.

All by your little self. Pissed away our goodwill.

Hitched her wagon to a low-rent star, poor Hillary did. Became, over the years, as women will, too much like her husband.

You can't skip over great chunks of trauma in the national life, dude, like they never even happened. 

She worked so hard as a girl. Teaching, helping. Such a social conscience.

She's not going to make it, Bill, and in no small part, because of you.


footnote 

 You and Mark Penn. What are you, in cahoots?

1 comment

annie said...

he is the kiss of death and i hope he figures that out.and soon.because it's getting gross.

 
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