Friday 19 December 2014

Anti-Women? Moi??


    'Oh, you're
     just being
              anti-
         women.'

           What - 
       are you
       kidding 
              me?
        I'll take
     Michelle
Malkin (that
        is) over
             a lot
       of male
      political
        writers
     any day.
And Sharyl
   Attkisson
              for
         award-
       winning
investigative
    journalism.
  And Megyn
            Kelly
                for 
               her
    (cold-eyed
              and)
   substantial
           worth.
             And
   so forth
             and
   so on.
(Not to mention
 Judge Jeanine,
              who is
           a female
               Judge
        Napolitano
          and even
              feistier.)

Now, HIllary,
              now,
            that's
       another
         matter.
            Plus,
       there is
       reason
  to believe
 that she is
       a felon

        (not only
for Benghazi
            but for
actions taken
while, and as,
              First
              Lady
  and even
      back in 
Arkansas)

        and that
        little
        matter
        needs to
        be taken
       care of
       before
       anything
       else:
           a run
           for
           the
 presidency,
              say.
               Or
  whatever.

      (Though
    'felonious'
       doesn't
      seem to
               be
      a bar to 
  that office.)

Oh; and
P.S.:
Just who did have
                Vincent
                  Foster,
                         er,
Suicided?? This
                 former
              law firm
               partner
                     and
            personal
              attorney
                     and
             possible
                   lover
         of Hillary's
                    (well,
          if Bill
          could do it…
    depending on
          which way
           she really
                swings)
            who shot
               himself
          in the wrong
                        side
           of the head
  for a left-handed
         person;
                        a
                        little
                        fact
         of the matter
                  overlooked
                  by
                  the
         perpetrator 
        (including
          the gun
          used 
          in the,
          er, suicide
          found
          on the body's 
          right side,
          which was
          the
          wrong side
          in reality.  Plus
 without his
 fingerprints
 on it.  Neat
 trick, Vincent,
 that.  Houdini
 would have been
           proud
           of you
                If
           it were
           true…).*
          He knew
                  where  
          the bodies
          were buried
          in
          Arkansas
          and other
          skeletons
          in
          her
          closet,
          and was
          getting
          too
          unreliable
          for
          little
          Miss
          Bonnie;
          actually
          intending
          to resign.
             Oh oh;
             a sign
            of getting
            all
        religious
              on us???
                         Off
                 you go,
                 then,
               Vince.
Can't have you
              queering
              our pitch...
                  Which
            will all
            come out
            in the wash.
And no longer
In the likes of
            white
            washes.

                 Which
   have gone on
                  long
            enough.
The same as
              and for
                   9/11.
            Another
             such
            corrupt
            matter

    by another
    set
    of liars,
          thieves,
        and crooks
    in general.
                 About
          to receive
       Justice
          for their
         heinous
         operations
         and
         actions.

        For,
                 God
           will not
    be mocked
               no matter
              what Little
                     Men
       and Women
       may think
       along the path
       of -
               not Death
               but
       Life
                       as
     a gift;
                and thus
                not
                to be
                trifled
                with
                as 
                so many
                so-called
                women
                are doing
                these
             arrogantly
                dark
                days.

--

*                  another
magic-trick feature
of this hustle
was the magical
appearance
in an empty
briefcase 
of Vincent's
suicide note
two days after
the case was seen,
by the Park Police
                        even,
to be empty.
The Amazing
         Vincent
         Foster -
   back from
   the dead! 
                     -
    only if
    we make it
    happen

  and disturb
  Bernard
  Nussbaum's
  sleep.
 (We already have
   his palm print
                      on 
   the magic note
   so we don't
   need that
   again…
  plus there is
                   the
     little matter 
               of the
        trajectory
  of the gunshot
in Vince's mouth.
  Or was it
               actually
         from behind
        the right
       to say, wrong,
       ear…or
       actually
       in the neck
       there…
       and why was
 the bullet
 that did
 the deed
 most foul
 never found;
           even in
           the autopsy,
           which has
           questionable
           properties
           of its own…
 and what about
 the little fact that
 he was supposed
 to have driven
 himself to 
 the suicide scene
 and walked 
 700 yards
      through
 the park
 and offed himself
 off of
 any path,
                   but
 the soles
 of his shoes 
 were 
      completely
                clean...
                   and
                  then
   there is
   the little
   niggling 
   fact that
 there were signs
 of his body
 having been wrapped
 in a carpet…
                      little
                   fibers…
                   it gets
  so complicated
          sometimes,
                doesn't
                          it,
                   when
     one practices
      to deceive…...)  

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