Hillary says “Trump made her skin crawl” during debate
In an excerpt from her new book, she says Trump loomed over her and he invaded her personal space during a debate and she felt very threatened and it was two days after the Access Hollywood taping, but she chose to soldier on, but in hindsight she should said something.
Lets see her sexually aggressive husband Bill, John Podestas brother’s multi million dollar creepy child abuse art collections, and the blood rituals of the menstrual Spirit Cooker Marina Abramovic are not creepy to her, but a man standing near her on a stage is, a stage she was coached to take over and command and actually took space from her opponent on the night in question is ridiculous and this is some ridicule.
She regrets she did not make better TV…. <—- Shows where shes at (pun intended)
Now here is her ghost writers spin on that night in the following video as an excerpt from the soon to be found in the $0.99 book Ā bin āWhat Happenedā as read By Hillary Rodham Clinton. Below the video is a Analysis.
She goes on to say:
The fact that Trump had invited a number of my husbands sexual indiscretions to sit there looking at me while I did my best to pull it together rattled me pretty well.
Nothing seemed to go my way that day.
There was no amount of bright lights or magic in the best of the networks makeup artists that could mask or drowned out the bags under my eyes that day. A result of many things including panic / anxiety, lack of sleep, binged drinking and what ever pills my handlers gave me or administered to me in my mobile ambulance / van at home or on the campaign travail via an IV drip.
I decided to compose my self as best as was possible for me and stuck to the scripts and the memorized answers and responses leaked to me ahead of time. As an after thought I write that in essence I project my deep distaste for men visa via Bill Clinton’s philandering on Trumps locker room talk. I hope the public reading this will not understand my pathology, a pathology of a disturbed woman. I am banking on the pseudo innuendo rape my ghost writers have produced here so as to keep you distracted from how depraved the whole ordeal was for me, Bill, and his past women.
It was the best performance Donna Brazille, Debbie Wassermann Schultz in concert with the finest strategists we could buy with Bernie’s hijacked supporter ba$e and the DNC war che$t, and what could be squeeze out of me from what I could muster from myself at the bottom of those oh so many bottles.
I do not regret that night, I do regret foreign interests forcing the dissolving and liquidation of parts of the Clinton Machine visa via The Clinton Foundation, and the laundering of those billions back into you know who’s hands. The silver lining is that Bill and I got to keep our hundreds of millions of dollars, and that Chelsea’s husband, Soro’s nephew, found a safe haven for the rainy day fund.
^^ Satire from: A Voice of Reason.
