The Clinton Machine is dead.
Billy and Hilly don’t know yet, they’re waiting for Gadot...
Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattman of a personal God qua qua qua qua with white beard qua qua qua qua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine athambia divine apathia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell who suffers like the divine miranda with those plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if it continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with the calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing it not so fast...
Lucky’s speech from Waiting for Godot. It makes more sense than anything the Clintons have to say and I went to the trouble to memorize it for reasons unknown but time will tell.