Apocalypse Now

It’s the last night of her career, and Bill Clinton’s Wife is watching the clock tick away. As The Grizz writes, she is likely sitting in a darkened room, tracing the long path of her career and trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

Here she is, a college sophomore, stoned out of her head and talking about “stickin’ it to the man.” And here, a Yale Law student (months away from failing the bar exam), working under the tutelage of several publicly identified communists. Here, married to the hotshot governor, crying herself to sleep as her husband goes hunting for female staffers to rape. Then, she’s the betrayed first lady; unperturbed by her husband’s indiscretions in light of the opportunity he has afforded her to hijack the spotlight. Suddenly, she’s carpet-bagged her way into the Senate and well on the way to self-destruction.

The Grizz is really relishing this, in case you haven’t noticed.

He’s been closely following the Clinton Crime Family since the ‘90’s, and sad to say, they aren’t ones to make mistakes. That’s why it’s taken this long to see the destruction of their legacy, and all that they value.

Luckily, nothing lasts forever. Mrs. Clinton will lose both Texas and Ohio to the democrat party’s first Muslim presidential nominee tomorrow, and she’ll be back in Chappaqua bleaching the skidmarks out of her husband’s tighty-whities by Thursday.