update, 08.14.2016 . yes, she is a sick little piggie. http://theralphretort.com/report-clintons-handler-identified-neurologist-dr-oladotun-okunola-jig-8008016/ . the guy carrying the injection syringe has been identified, tentatively, as a doctor specializing in seizure disorders. dr. oladotun okunola: remember that name, if you will. i really don't know how she is going to handle the pressure of debates. her only solution is to avoid them. end update.
the internet is virtually abuzz with rumors that hilary clinton suffers from this or that, or any combination of debilitating diseases. they are trying to explain her lack of ability to walk without aid, and her strange trips into other realms. the rest of us refer to them as "seizures."
i tend to think that this may have some substance.
and, it explains some other kind of odd things.-- if, for instance, the dems think hilary is gonna kick trump's ass, why then are the dems (and some "republicans") urging trump to quit the race because he is unqualified: this coming from no less than obama, who has accomplished nothing his whole political life other than being black. it is kind of fun, seeing an incompetent president label another candidate for the same office as "incompetent." even jimmy carter had more sense than that.
clearly, these are extraordinary times, in terms of idiotic politics.
if they really believed this, you'd think they'd want hilary to run, and enter office with a solid victory under her ample belly, (what is she hiding under those pant suits, fashioned by "omar the tentmaker?"), and wielding the resultant power of a good smashing victory. instead, it seems if they are doing everything in their power to avoid the campaign, and the rigors of getting elected. never ever have i seen a political adversary begging another candidate to give up, especially when the polls are running pretty much dead even.*** (and this, with the media rigging the results every way they can imagine.)
this signals to me that they are thinking hilary cannot stand up to an election campaign.
as for myself, i am especially looking forward to trump debating clinton. i think that he will rip her to shreds. and, i don't think that she can stand up to it. not if she were well, .... , well, well enough for a 71 year old fat woman who clearly doesn't exercise very much. and, she doesn't seem to be.
i think she is near collapse. and, i think that she is ill. after all, people are beginning to die in her wake.
john jay @ 08.12.2016
p.s. yes, i think most definitely that she came from the dark side of the moon, and i eagerly await her return to the shadows.
***this reminds me of an old song by the kingston trio, titled "strange days in mudville, usa." the lyrics follow. (well, if hilary is what the democrats have to bring to the dance, i guess they can dance w/ her. after all, dance with the girl what brung ya. as we say in these parts.
Strange day (in Hogsville, USA)
I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin coat and my brown and white spectator pumps. Cut quite a figure if I do say so. Huh, cute. First thing I spied was a poster. There's going to be a dance. The second Hogsville dandy-steppin' ball and frog happin; contest. Drag.
Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, U. S. A.
I'm goin' to start off but there weren't no lady folk in sight. I figured they was all up a-primpin' for the dance and, being a man of no small charms with the ladies myself, I decided to park Old Paint and change my socks -- from him to me. (I find that extremely offensive!) So did Old Paint.
But there were no gals for miles around, not one gal in the whole darn town.
So, if you want to go dancin', just look around for the next best thing that can befound.
That's right. I soon found there wasn't no women nowhere. Fellows goin' to the dance was takin' some of the strangest things. One was takin' a broom, all dressed up in a pinafore, bleached straws, looked kinda cheap to me. Another was totin' a picture of a girl. He'd been goin' with that picture so long he thought real girls folded in the middle. Now I was getting depressed, but then I spied the cutest little thing you ever saw, givin' me the eye from underneath the waterin' trough. Had little eyes, curly tail, and the dearest little pointed ears you ever seen. I grabbed her paw (What'd her paw have to say? Shut up when he's a-talkin'!) and we wobbled into the dance. The minute we get into the dance the music stopped and a feller said, "Wait a minute! That's the sheriff's gal!" (You mean?)
Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, (You know, I can still hear the little critter) U. S. A!