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Hillary Clinton was hounded for not only the eight years her husband was President but even now, almost NINE YEARS after he left office, she is still confronted with the lies from the right wing noise machine.
Not that I would expect a know-nothing like Sarah to even bother, but someone really, really, really ought to point out a little book titled "The Hunting of the President" about how the rightwing media, partly funded by Richard Mellon-Scaife, kept up an almost non-stop persecution of the Clintons. And their legal bills ran way over a mere $500,000 to defend themselves against allegations that were almost entirely without foundation and that had virtually nothing to do with their professional ethics. They were the victims not of their own hubris but of the vendettas of small, miserable, jealous, spiteful people just like you, Sarah.
John McCain, yes, that John McCain, made the infamous and disgusting joke about Chelsea Clinton -- google it if you must because I won't repeat it here -- but that didn't send Hillary or Bill racing to resign. Of course, they didn't trot Chelsea out like a stage prop at every turn the way you and Trod, er Todd, haul out your family.
Someone needs to interview you, Sarah and then, at the end, call you the lying sack of self-centered salmon shit that you are.
Did Harry Truman quit when people made fun of his daughter?
Did Jimmy Carter quit when his brother embarrassed him?
One of the reason I have personally never had more than a joking interest in running for public office is that I know quite well how thin-skinned I am. Like Sarah Palin, I would take every criticism personally. Unlike her, however, I would never put myself in a position where other people were counting on me and my thin-skinnedness would let them down.
Sarah Palin, I don't know Hillary Clinton, but I know that you are no Hillary. You aren't fit to pump her gas. And I'm sure you could do a better job of it than she could -- yes, Sarah, I'm remembering that rather embarrassing Indiana gas station video-op -- but you're still not good enough.
You, Sarah, are a whiney little twit. A spoiled brat. A sore loser and even a sorer winner. Oh, you'll always have your fans, your hangers on, the little people who will fawn all over you in hopes you'll throw them some crumbs as well as the rich and powerful who will eagerly pay you to do their dirty work, pay you to tell their lies, pay you to do the deeds that will funnel more of the little people's money into the rich people's pockets.
You, Sarah, are a whore. You're the worst kind of whore, the dishonest kind who lies about what she's doing not only to her customers but to herself. Don't bother with your outrage; it would be totally wasted on me since I think you're about the least honorable thing to come this way since, well, probably since Dick Nixon. There is absolutely nothing honorable about you, Sarah, and even Nixon opened relations with China and started the EPA. He and his wife Pat, whatever their personal failings may have been, raised two daughters who at least never embarrassed their parents. One of them even supported Obama.
Tansy Gold
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