Twisted, Bitter Hillary Clinton

Every day, every time Clinton opens her mouth, she provides ample evidence that Donald Trump was infinitely the better choice for president than she was.

She has brought new meaning to avarice, greed, bitterness, arrogance, mendacity and hubris. Everything she says is a lie, including “and” and “the”.

The UK Daily Mail sums it up nicely, or should I say, bigly. She blames everyone and everything for her loss, except, of course, herself. The Russians (thousands of agents), the FBI, suburban women, “content farms in Macedonia” blah, blah. She even blamed the networks for being against her, even though they were her most slavish sycophants and lickspittles.

If she were not such an accomplished liar and fraud, one would almost have to say that she has some sort of clinical delusion.

Keep it up, Clinton, every day makes me happier that Donald Trump is president. Continue to display your whining, sniveling lack of common decency for all to see.

Julian Assange was right when he said that she was eaten alive by ambition. Power corrupts, as Lord Acton said, but ambition built on hubris rots the character. Such are the results.

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Rebel Yell