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Posted on 08/23/2015 9:18:15 AM PDT by SeekAndFind
Jazz Shaw must be an idiot. Given the sophistication of Project Veritas so far, these two sentences do not go together.
PV operations are not hard to spot.
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that someone isn’t out to get you.
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In short Hillary is a crook...there's no denying it.
And darkness must flee when exposed to the light...
Well . . lemme see. . . she will hide behind the heavy dark-rimmed glasses. She will bluster & holler a lot in an attempt to intimidate Bernie (it will work); but if Biden runs; he’ll just sit & smirk like he did in the debate 6 yrs. ago. Only this time; it won’t be as “cute” as it was then. He’s like myself; getting long in the tooth.
This is rich. Now she’s freaking out over some non-existent undercover videos.Hardy har har!! I wonder if she’s wearing a tinfoil hat yet?
I’ll say one thing— my popcorn machine is working overtime these days!!
Probably 1/2 the people who get within 6 feet of Hillary are wearing a wire.
That has to drive the guilty to a foaming at the mouth frenzy of paranoia.
The closer they get the more likely Hillary becomes a suicide candidate.
She would rather be dead than suffer the humiliation of indictment during a POTUS run. The irony would be too rich for the former Nixon Prosecution aide.
How can you steal an election and participate in graft and corruption with the burden of investigative journalists trying to catch you to keep you honest?
It's just not fair.
“She would rather be dead than suffer the humiliation of indictment during a POTUS run.”
Well, you read my mind! We can only hope, along with having Slick die “in the saddle.”
I say BS, unless the “supporters” were under 18 then what was stopping them from donating directly to HRC for Jail 2016. Sounds like something Hitlery would do to incite paranoia in the ranks and deflect attention from the email server.
But for the commandment against bearing false witness, I'd love to plant suspicion that her inner circle is full of infiltrators and watch her freak out!
...suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.I smiled,—for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome...
The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct:—It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness—until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
No doubt I now grew very pale;—but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased—and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath—and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly—more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men—but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed—I raved—I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder—louder—louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!—no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now—again!—hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!
-PJ
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