Actually I'm puzzled. Historically the Dems have typically not been kind to failed candidates, and it's more stigmatization the higher the office they didn't win. So the fact she's still being mooted as CA governator, or another presidential run, is surprising.
Perhaps her puppeteers think they can get some additional utility out of her.
I am not writing her off. May she be blessed with fair wind and following C-notes. There is still skilled piece work for her in 'Frisco, working off the books, under the table.
Where did the billion go? Into her off-shore accounts, after all, she didn't get enough time in Congress/White House to build her nest egg the regular way.
Well, if she was buying votes, she didn't get her money's worth.
I think she was buying 'support' from celebrities, telling the peons how to vote.
Meh...$1B spent. 10% handling charge. The tragic loss of that cocktail napkin that had all the accounting data.
So long as she goes.
Actually I'm puzzled. Historically the Dems have typically not been kind to failed candidates, and it's more stigmatization the higher the office they didn't win. So the fact she's still being mooted as CA governator, or another presidential run, is surprising.
Perhaps her puppeteers think they can get some additional utility out of her.
I was thinking more like Michael Dukakis.
I am not writing her off. May she be blessed with fair wind and following C-notes. There is still skilled piece work for her in 'Frisco, working off the books, under the table.
Indeed. Build her post-White House career the old-fashioned way: with torn fishnets, a wig, and sailors on leave.
Puh-leese! I was eating some cinnamon rolls when I read that. Some warning next time.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
The old mage should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise women at their end know dark is nigh,
Because their word salad had sporked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave "Buh-bye", crying how bright
Their failed deeds might have twerked in a bad way,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild women who sought the brass ring in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave women, failures, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could glaze like the gin-addled and say,
Whine, whine against the lying of the Right.
And you, my mother, voted so bad a slight,
Curse, bless, me now with your crocodile tears, I pray taste
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, whine against the dying of the light.
Where did the billion go? Into her off-shore accounts, after all, she didn't get enough time in Congress/White House to build her nest egg the regular way.