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Originally posted by the ghost of Vince Foster
Look Bennie, you know I have no beef with you, but I sure hope that sometime in the near future you can find something a little less acidic to worship. Maybe if you were able to back away from the day to day to and fro here and take a good hard look at yourself (and this goes for the rest of all y’all Hillaryophiles) with a logical mind and a heart open to the love of the lord and his son Jesus (and the ghost too) you would easily see how sick you really are to be so in love with this person of less than zero morals. At the first opportunity she would gut you all like a floppy fish and toss you overboard.
There is one person in this world important to this scrotum-wearing-female and that person is the same person who is of paramount importance to the communist puppet masters in Beijing, and that my friend is her royal highnAss herself, Queen cHillary
As an aside, let me tell y’all a story, that is set on a bright sunny afternoon and there is a man who is obviously very much in love by the aura he cast upon his surroundings. He is sitting in the park in his car listening to his favorite radio personality thinking of the love he was about to meet on this beautiful day. The man had been directed to wait as she might be running a little late, so the fact that she was not there yet did not bother him at all. He sat there half way smiling, thinking of the long wet tongue kiss he had received earlier that same day as they parted in her office.
With the suddenness of a bat out of a belfry he is swooped down upon and completely subdued by two large goonish men in dark suits and ray ban wayfarers. He is pulled out of the car and behind it, out of sight of anyone that might be able to see from afar, like perhaps a guard at the nearby Saudi embassy. Then with a quick little silencer enhanced "pop" he was no more.
After cautiously glancing around the two goons carried his limp lifeless body, not unlike two well dressed frat boys helping a drunken pledge. The lifeless body is set down out of immediate sight of casual passerbys and the two thugs saunter off to a waiting dark sedan with government plates and are gone.
That whole sad scenario played out in less than 120 seconds and was perfectly timed so that its history bore no witness. Shortly thereafter the poor slob’s dead body was discovered, but only after Mr. Vince Foster’s office had already been thoroughly ransacked and with all traces of deadly liaison with Madame Hillary having been removed, burned and the ashes cast to sea.
This was not a perfect crime in and of its self, but what made it perfect was that the people, including the chief executive officer of this little world, that should have protected Vince’s life conspired to hide and destroy the facts for fear of their own lives and well being.
Sad.
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I think RayBan is one word.
