The scariest thing by far this Halloween season is Hillary Clinton cackling her way through interviews whenever the topic of her emails and private server come up. Who needs zombies and vampires for a good fright, just dim the lights, send the kids next door and turn on CNN.
Now contemplate having to listen to that for four or, God forbid, eight long years if this woman gets elected President? It would not be an infrequent event either, for as sure as the sun rises in the morning, the word scandal follows the Clinton name. Day and night we’d be subjected to it, from one Oval Office press conferences to another, cackle, cackle, cackle.
A nightmare of unthinkable proportions.
It’s certainly easy to understand why Hillary Clinton is rendered incoherent when queried about her emails. What’s she going to do, tell the truth? Not an option. Rule one of being a Clinton is to never, ever fess up to lying. Rule two is to never crack under pressure so it’s unlikely either that we will see her curl up on live TV in a fetal position and weeping like a baby as Anderson Cooper peppers her with questions. Sorry for the visual on that.
So what’s left but madness? The lies have finally caught up to her and really there is nothing else for her to do but cackle away and pray enough voters either don’t notice or aren’t bothered by it.
That to me is the most frightening part of all, that plenty of people know she is lying, know she is corrupt, know there is nothing she won’t do or say to benefit Team Clinton; they know all this but will vote for her any way. Because well, she’s a woman you know and wouldn’t it be great to have a woman as President.
And the consolation prize for the rest of us? A Cackling Hillary pen. Shoot me now.