I Did It My Way

Perhaps the above title would be a fitting theme song for the ex-president and spouse. Being a witness to how both of them have skirted the law and bobbed and weaved themselves out of all the scandals that have become a way of life for them, we can all agree that these two hillbillies have done it their way. Regardless of which scandal one may care to discuss, both blame others, shirking responsibility. That is their way!

Isn’t it a pity to know that even as Queen Hillary, having benefited from an $8 million book deal, yet living rent-free in a friend’s mansion, cannot cough up enough dough for a hairdo? And she can’t afford furniture for her other home. And she has to stoop to tactics as a bribal registry. She was probably born with a set of silverware in her diaper bag.

I can’t understand why all the taxpayers aren’t outraged over the thuggery of these people. She has never held an honest job, nor worked an honest day. She goes to New York to become “their Senator”, and runs on the record of “her administration”. And now that people are finally seeing what “her administration” is composed of, she wants us to separate her from that, and now be judged by her accomplishments as a senator.

‘Scuse me, your Trashness, but you already have a record for us to judge you. Travel Gate, Monicagate, Healthcaregate, Vincegate, Whitewatergate, Hubbellgate, Bookgate, and Pardongate. We have more than enough to submit our grades to you.  The smartest woman in America? Hardly. You have no original bone in your two-faced body. The truth is afraid of you because the truth could get a bad name from you. Of course, we know that will be no problem, because the truth is something that you are hardly familiar with, as in “I don’t recall”. Remember that BS, your Trashness? And this tasty little book that you will write. You still believe that it takes a village, a village to keep money in the bank for you, and to furnish your homes for you, and to cater to your selfishness. If it weren’t for more controversy, you would probably enjoy having servants and slaves. That way, all your little minions would be perfectly legal, and you wouldn’t resort to lying like a rug.

Now on to Bill. He is the poster boy for scum. Of course, that would be a tossup between himself and his trusty butt-boy, Paul Begala. Bill seems to think that he is worthy to be worshipped by the masses, and without accountability. He too, has been doing it his way. And look what a mess those two have gotten us all into. We can overcome it, but that doesn’t mean we will forget it, and just move along. No, this means that somewhere down the line, people will arise and shout “enough”…and stop you in your tracks, and you will be held responsible for the commission of your dirty deeds, and the consequences.

Another thing, Wimpy William. About the nice office space in NY that you had hoped for, thinking that all you had to do was shake a few more folks down, people would turn the other cheek, turn a blind eye, and as usual, you would get everything you wanted. Surprise, your Wimpness. Read my lips…you are not king. Not even a prince. you are not even a frog, but a money-grubbing pig.

You have fleeced America long enough, and the party is over, Slick. You can take that to the bank. Your days of using people for their dollars and lack of sense are coming to a screeching halt, and you will be on your own. No one will want to hear what you say because everyone will finally be aware that it will all be lies anyway. No one will be interested in seeing you on TV, because your act has grown tired. Even the media butt-boys who have kissed your keister from day one have become weary of you, and will probably feed you to the wolves very soon. What a glorious day that will be. I want to leave you something to ponder, as you continue to try to “do it your way”.

I heard a man say once, that a bulldog can whip a skunk, but it’s just not worth it.” So go ahead, do it your way.