This is what happens to folks (or pets) that know where Hillary’s secrets are stashed.
political correctness
His Name is Avis
And Avis tries harder, because he’s number 2.
“Crooked Hillary” Moniker Sticks Like Glue
The “Tricky Dicky” Nixon moniker stuck and was reaffirmed by Nixon’s resignation. My theory is that Hillary Clinton owns the handle “Crooked Hillary” and, who knows, if elected, the result could be deja vu all over again.
Here’s what Glenn Reynolds says in the USA Today’s, “‘Crooked Hillary’ nickname isn’t going away“.
The new FBI information suggests Clinton is either criminal, criminally incompetent or both.
Donald Trump likes to call his opponent, Hillary Clinton, “Crooked Hillary.” There’s even a #CrookedHillary hashtag on Twitter. Meanwhile, Hillary seems to be doing her best to make that nickname stick.
When FBI Director James Comey declined to prosecute the former Secretary of State for mishandling classified information, he said that although she was extremely
So Many Government Handouts
This little big guy doesn’t have enough hands (or a big enough appetite) for all of the Liberal Big Government Programs piled on his plate.
Oh NOOooo’s! What’s a Liberal Democrat to do??
Hillary Coughs Up Another Hairball
And a big hairball it was, too. It took her nearly two minutes to gag it up. Watch. It’s not so pretty.
Trademarking “I Can’t Recall”
Always looking to make a buck, Hillary’s not going to answer any questions until her trademark on the phrase “I can’t recall” is approved. Then she’ll not only be able to avoid answering any questions, but she can collect royalties when ever her trademarked phrase is used or infringed upon by others.
A Hillary 3’fer
Hillary’s excuses are starting to smell riper than 3 day old West Virginia roadkill.
Have a bowl, ya’all.
The Last Refuge of a Scoundrel
Hillary’s last excuse for her little “recollection” problem. Brain Fever.
ISIS Beach Party
Abdullah just can’t wait for dark! Look at those beauties!!
Midnight at the oasis/ Send your camel to bed
Shadows painting our faces/ Traces of romance in our heads
Heaven’s holding a half-moon/ Shining just for us
Let’s slip off to a sand dune, real soon/ And kick up a little dust
Come on, Cactus is our friend/ He’ll point out the way
Come on, till the evening ends/ Till the evening ends
You don’t have to answer/ There’s no need to speak
I’ll be your belly dancer, prance/ And you can be my sheik
Maria Muldaur – “Midnight at the Oasis”
No Recess for Snowflakes
It looks like a Kid Paradise to me.
