Open letter to Hilary:
Dear Hilary,
It’s time to call it a day. It is apparent you are on the cusp of death or mental disability. Quit killing yourself. You have two young grandchildren. You have more than enough money to live in style for the remainder of your life.
Yes, I know. Your friends are friends only because of what you can give them. I know your husband sees you as his neutered meal ticket. I know you want to set up your daughter to continue the political dynasty. I know you enjoy being surrounded and protected by sycophants and hangers-on. I know the last thing you want Is to spend your twilight years watching Bill come and go. I know you want to be the first female president. But what good is a terrific epitaph when you are six feet under and facing God before you are ready?
Go home. Enjoy your millions. Skate from the investigations by invoking sympathy. At least you may live a little longer.
Shrillary is obsessed with being “First Woman President” — none of the rest matters. I think she would settle merely for being inaugurated, even if she knows she will never last out a first term. So long as she thinks there is any chance at all of getting to Jan. 20, she will never never withdraw on her own initiative.
Maybe if all of the Democrap Party heavyweights “draft” a replacement and force her out, she will go away. But she will never ever accept any appeals to withdraw of her own volition.