Watching Clinton's soul-sister moment was like watching a whiffed high-five, embarrassing as watching middle-aged white guys playing air guitar. Stop it.It shows her absolute political tone-deafness. Hubby the Bubba Bill was the political artiste (though no more, these days he's drifting into a cross between Gore and Carter), but Mamma The Hildabeast is about as good in front of an audience as the character The Jerk, played by Steve Martin.
For some reason I never understood, the people of the rest of New York State (outside of NYC) are willing to overlook the incredible ineptitude of this overly-sheltered bumbler.
The media coverup of New York State won't be continued in the broader national election, can't be continued, even though the Main Stream Media will do their best to portray the Hildabeast as a Joan of Arc. A national campaign is a national campaign and the Hildabeast is as well equipped for it as Miss Piggy.
Bring.
It.
On.
Can see her on the front porch yelling "I got rhythm. I got rhythm."
As for finding her special purpose, I'll leave that to Janet Reno.
I have always said the Bill and Hill-0-ree has a contract with the devil.
You've nailed it! LOL! I don't fear Hitlery and never have, unlike some chicken littles around here. She can't hold up under a national campaign. She is dumber than a box of rocks when having to think on her feet.