Just last night, I was reading about your book tour comments in Great Britain, the UK, whatever we call it these days. And I thought to myself, not for the first time, someone should stifle your driveling mouth and gag you and stuff you into the closet where your server used to reside. And I thought to myself, shouldn’t this woman just fall down the stairs into the irrelevancy that she deserves?
And you fell down the fucking stairs.
But you got back up again.
Just shut the fuck up, already, woman.
No where, ever, on earth, has there ever been a louder complainant than you, who lost an election.
Mitt Romney is a goddamn angel compared to you, in real liberal time.
You are louder than Trump, and he’s president.
Don’t you realize that every time you open your mouth you are hurting your party and your so-called cause?
No, of course you don’t.
You had to write a goddamn book, “What Happened.”
The title itself is a fucking joke.
What happened is that ever since you got fired from the Watergate hearings, you’ve been a running joke of everything that is wrong with entitlement. Never mind everything that happened in Arkansas, never mind that your party is as corrupt as Harvey Weinstein’s casting couch, never mind that you’ve done nothing but ride the coattails of your dirty-minded husband and carpetbagged your way into every position you could attain.
If you had any decency at all, you’d leave public life and give us all a break.
You ask for the shit you get in the press. Good people could be taking your place, but you take up their oxygen, and don’t have the decency to apologize for it, nor get out of their fucking way.
Shame on you, woman. Shame on you and your sex-crazed husband and your lunatic fringe friends.