It’s about time. Illicit sex is about the only scandal that hasn’t arisen so far.
“Some of the allegations are against then-Secretary of State Hillary Clinton’s security detail who allegedly hired prostitutes, a U.S. ambassador accused of trolling public parks for paid sex and a security official in Beirut committing sexual assaults on foreign nationals.”
If any agency knows how to cover up a scandal it’s the State Department. Think Benghazi. Not to mention their former queen Lady Macbeth. If you were married to the Groper you might be expert at covering up sex scandals, too.
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You’ve alluded to Lady Macbeth before in reference to Mrs Clinton (she loves it when you call her that), but remember that the Lady Macbeth of Shakespeare actually showed regret for the blood on her hands.
She loves it? How do you know? I don’t see why she would want to be called by the name of a great literary villain: ruthless and only interested in power, which fits her rather well, considering she was cuckolded by the Groper many times but never divorced him because (presumably) he was useful to her ambition.
As I recall, Mrs. M. didn’t show remorse in public, not even to her husband. And we don’t know what Shillary does in private.
Then there’s King M’s “tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” speech, when the Clintons (so I have read) are supposed to have been, perhaps still are, enthralled by the old rock song lyric “can’t stop thinking about tomorrow.”
In a stonewalling competition between the diplomats and the army, I would still bet on the military, but not by a large margin.
Could be because the elite of both are used to talking only to their peers.
I’m afraid that my sarcastic reference was ambiguous. I was referring to the Mrs C title: there have been press conferences where she almost gets violent when the questioning shifts over to her husband. One poor girl drew her wrath, but when it was later explained that she was the victim of a mistranslation, Hillary made no effort to apologize.
And no, Hillary has no remorse beyond getting caught. After all, “what difference does it make?”
Indeed. I have always thought of her as a flaming bitch. Of course my wife (alas, the in-house Democrat) likes her. (Shakes head.)