It's time, Hillary. There are lots of dishes to be done...
God dammit. GO HOME HILLARY! Give up, you’re fucking done. The game is over, lights are out, we need you and your people off the floor so we can get it swept up for the big contest in November. Don’t make us have to kick you out…
Resorting to racism won’t help. Sure… we get it. You think you should be on the ballot because more white people will vote for you. More ignorant, poor, racist white people will vote for you. We know… trailer parks all over this country just love them some Hillary Clinton. “And by dammit, they won’t vote for a NIGRA!” Yeah, that is the kind of demographic we all want choosing our next president…
Of course, the Clintons are famous for being underhanded and getting away with it. Outright lying, as a matter of fact, and refusing to answer for it when confronted. They are representative of the elitist bastards who have ruined our country. They are the type who would cut you off at a red light, sending you and your vehicle careening over the side of a bridge to certain death, and making you lose the game in the process, if only to save a few precious minutes of the time they use to lie and cheat other dishonest people out of their hard earned shit they stole.
Hillary Clinton is the democratic version of George Bush. Instead of using Bush's “I’m retarted” gimmick though, she uses the “Don’t question my bullshit or I will eat your balls” routine. While it may have been cute when she was a young and hot 60’s hippy chick, these days, what with her looking like an old female version of McLovin from Superbad, it just doesn’t do anything for my penis anymore…
I, for one, am also getting really sick of this woman making up shit. Recently, she changed the number of delegates needed to a higher number so Senator Obama would have a harder time reaching it. Did she ask anyone? No, she just decided. “Hmm, today I think I will just change the numbers around a bit… BILL LEARN HOW TO MAKE SOME FUCKING COFFEE!”
Well fuck you too, cunt. You don’t decide our rules. You’re not the boss of everyone. Bill might take that shit from you because he is a gutless manchick, but no one else wants to hear that drivel unless you’re already halfway finished with sandwiches for all. And kool-aid, bitch. God help you if you forget our kool-aid…