I never thought I’d live to see a more embarrassing political humiliation than George H. W. Bush’s vomiting all over the Japanese prime minister some twenty-five years ago, but then I witnessed Hillary Clinton’s poorly-screened conniption fit during the 9/11 memorial services, and realized that there are still sights that have the power to amaze and delight me. Bush’s gastrointestinal display also pales in comparison when one considers that it took place well outside the 1992 presidential race as well.
Doubtless there will be some who will take umbrage with the above sentiment for its ‘cavalier’ nature. I would direct these to John’s second epistle, verses 9 through 11, concerning the gleefully ungodly: ‘Whosoever transgresseth, and abideth not in the doctrine of Christ, hath not God. He that abideth in the doctrine of Christ, he hath both the Father and the Son. If there come any unto you, and bring not this doctrine, receive him not into your house, neither bid him God speed: For he that biddeth him God speed is partaker of his evil deeds. ‘ Hillary’s erratic attendance at the occasional politically-expedient church service to the contrary, her words during the course of her checkered career have met the criteria of an antichrist, this recent polemic being a noteworthy example. So no, I cannot in good conscience claim any empathy for a power-grubbing womyn too in thrall to satanic pride to be upfront about her health.
What ails Mrs. Scratch? To hear her tell it, every minor irritant under the sun: allergies, exceptionally long-range pneumonia, weak bladder, exhaustion from soldiering on in the face of all such infirmities, ad nauseum. A consensus appears to be forming that her ailments are Parkinson’s-related, particularly after a Wikileaks dump revealed that her staffers were actively searching for related drug info online. Other sources claim that Provigil, the drug in question, is also used as a general stimulant and does not necessarily indicate the presence of Parkinson’s, though these sources don’t explain why this is the perker-upper of choice for a nearly seventy-year-old woman over less politically controversial options such as caffeine or a decent meal or two. They also don’t explain why Hillary has spent so little time actually campaigning. Shouldn’t a political ‘warhorse’ be used to a grueling schedule, whether her husband’s or her own?
Such speculation, though important, misses the bigger point. It is reasonable to conclude something bigger than a mere bug or two has Hillary in its grip. How an individual copes with a personal illness often provides one of the most penetrating insights into his or her character. And even if the ailments that plague Hillary were relatively minor ones, her handling of them has displayed her innate miscreancy well.
Much of the Parkinson’s conjecture revolves around the concussion she sustained after her 2012 fall. Why is it a no-no to venture down that forbidden pathway when she herself used it as a crutch to dodge uncomfortable questions from the FBI regarding her server security?
Why is it that, despite supposedly receiving the pneumonia diagnosis the Friday before 9/11, the Clinton camp did not disclose the info until after the fainting fit? And why did the camp feel it necessary to distribute a hysterical memo outlining, in odious micro-managerial detail, how staffers were to handle the pneumonia ‘talking point’?
The memo contains such self-aggrandizing gems of apologia as, ‘To anyone who knows Hillary, it does not come as much of a surprise that even when she’s under the weather, she would want to power through her normal schedule.’ Does the campaign believe this paints Hillary as the poster girl of driven feminist crusader empowerment, rather than the embittered venal post-menopausal witch of Endor she actually is?
The sick reprobate will not suffer his fleshly limitations with anything resembling trust in the graciousness and mercy of our Physician. Panicked over the torments that await him ere the silver cord parts, he will lash out at anything and everything that crosses his clouded path of sight, like a fox with distemper that cannot even walk a straight line anymore. Hillary has displayed a proclivity towards warmongering her entire political life. Expect nothing less than America’s entire arsenal of outdated Titan missiles being lobbed against Moscow, Damascus, and Pyongyang should Hillary develop a bad headache in the Oval Office one bright spring morn. If she can’t have a good day, then no one else can, either.
Still, the Democratic party is nothing but an adaptable beast. Suppose, just suppose, Hillary’s condition becomes so grave that the spin doctors (not to mention the rumoured existence of at least two Hillary doubles) can no longer hide the obvious? What happens then? The campaign tries to work on voters’ sympathy for her plight to garner some cheap votes. As Ann Coulter tweeted after Sept. 11: ‘Narrative has gone from “Hillary is perfectly healthy, stop being sexist” to “FDR had Polio and was a good President” in less than 12 hours.’ There can be little doubt the campaign is also ready to bring up JFK’s numerous Addison’s disease-related health issues and his bad back as well. Whether Bill Clinton’s various venereal diseases will also be referenced remains open to question.
It might seem disingenuous to paint Hillary in any kind of a sympathetic, or even inspirational, light. However, it is a tactic that might work well with one of her primary bases of support: never-married college-educated SJW lesbian-wannabe women. For all their jeering at anything even remotely feminine, this is a group that cannot dismiss away their natural inclination to emotional response with a guttural ‘harrumph!’ And if enthusiasm can’t bring out the vote Hillary’s way, ‘awareness’ solidarity just might. After the election, they can hold a candlelight vigil or a bike ride in her honour if they so desire.
Therein we witness just one of the reasons we are facing the prospect of a creature like Illary having the rule over us in the first place. America is also terminally sick. In her vain flailing about for a means of redemption outside of the realm of God and His Son, she resembles nothing so much as a usurious and blasphemous Jew spending the last of his ill-gotten treasure on a variety of worthless placebos to cure his advanced Tay-Sachs disease. No matter which puppet controls her executive branch, her end will be every bit as unappealing as Hillary’s bizarre (Parkinson’s-influenced?) rant against her surprisingly low poll showings.
I say let the dead vote for their dead. They richly deserve each other.