Can we stop gloating over the results of 8 Nov? Hell no. Especially when reading the ravings of looney Liberal idiots.
EXCERPT: “Hillary Clinton’s name belongs on ships, and airports, and tattoos. She deserves straight-up hagiographies and a sold-out Broadway show called RODHAM. Yes, this cultural canonization is going to come after the chronic, constant, nonstop “On the other hand” sexist hedging around her legacy. But such is the courage of Hillary Clinton and her supporters; we reverse patriarchal orders. Maybe she is more than a president. Maybe she is an idea, a world-historical heroine, light itself. The presidency is too small for her. She belongs to a much more elite class of Americans, the more-than-presidents. Neil Armstrong, Martin Luther King Jr., Alexander Fucking Hamilton.
Hillary Clinton did everything right in this campaign, and she won more votes than her opponent did. She won. She cannot be faulted, criticized, or analyzed for even one more second. Instead, she will be decorated as an epochal heroine far too extraordinary to be contained by the mere White House. Let that revolting president-elect be Millard Fillmore or Herbert Hoover or whatever. Hillary is Athena.” (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
EXCERPT: “But then the FBI intervened, and the story reverted to its misogynistic mean, relentlessly informing the American electorate that Clinton is duplicitous, dishonest, untrustworthy. It was character assassination, and it worked. Anyone who still believes these claims are factual – and on the evidence, some 59 million people do – should consider how closely they resemble the stories that have always been told about female politicians, both real and fictional. To do so is to realise that it is time to stop suggesting, as some commentators are doing, that Clinton failed us. The truth is, we failed her.”
EXCERPT: “Hillary Rodham Clinton is hardly perfect, but her flaws are those of a sane human being and a politician.”
EXCERPT: ““I feel hated,” I tell my husband, sobbing in front of the TV in my yoga pants and Hillary sweatshirt, holding my bare neck. “Hated.”
and saving the best for last… The ravings of an idiot named Lena Dunham, now consulting with the rocks in an Arizona canyon!
EXCERPT: “Watching the numbers in Florida, I touched my face and realized I was crying. “Can we please go home?” I said to my boyfriend. I could tell he was having trouble breathing, and I could feel my chin breaking into hives. Another woman showed me her matching hive, hidden by fresh concealer.
I hugged the women I had spent eighteen months with, laughing and plotting and spreading our love for Hillary Clinton and her message. My party dress felt tight and itchy.
By the time we’d made it over the bridge, a friend called. “It’s over,” she said. “I love you.” I was frozen. We stopped at the diner. No one was speaking as they ate, no one in the whole place.
At home I got in the shower and began to cry even harder. My boyfriend, who had already wept, watched me as I mumbled incoherently, clutching myself. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It was supposed to be her job. She worked her whole life for the job. It’s her job.” Her Beta Male sissified pussy boyfriend actually cried too! (BWHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
She was OWED the job don’t ya know? Dear Liberals…
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/nov/09/us-election-result-misogyny-america-panel-woman (A MUST READ in order to truly understand the absolutely lunacy of the Liberal idiots.