On the Road to the White House
Don’t like getting beat by Trump. But worst part of the night really was Melania. She wore a pantsuit. I just can’t get that bright pink pantsuit out of my head. Pink? Magenta? Pantsuits are my thing.
And she looked great in the pantsuit. Beautiful. Ugggh.
No one looks good in a pantsuit. I wear them all the time, I know they don’t look great, but it’s my thing.
Bitch.
More later.
Too tired to do much. 90 minutes seemed like 90 hours.
Hope our big plan of fake people we have coming forward to say they were abused by Trump works out well tomorrow…. Will see. Too tired to figure it out or discuss it now.
I can’t believe I just got Trumped by Trump. He was masterful. And Bill and his group of bimbos…..just tough. Too tough. The Presidency is easier though, I’m sure. But, certainly, even after resting 5 days…that was too much for me.
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So excited to practice my favorite quote and know I can use it tonight
“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”
but she also said
“…one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself, to forgive. Forgive everybody.”
I will make sure and not say the second one. Doesn’t work for my narrative.
Still trying to keep my voice “caring” — not as easy as it sounds.
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Crap, I don’t know how to change the title now that I put it. I meant to write Bill Clinton and women.
Ok, I swear last note before debate. Need to stay focused. Just another dream/nightmare I need to jot down and get out of my system……
Press got ahold of Chelsea apparently after she watched the leaked 2005 Trump video and asked,
“Chelsea, what do you think of the way Trump treats women?”
And she said,
“Probably better to ask my Mom how my Dad treats women. Trump was TALKING/JOKING about groping and grabbing?! That’s nothing compared to the lewd ACTIONS of good old slick Willy – my dear sweet daddy. Constant and sickening ACTIONS throughout their entire marriage.”
Nightmare.
I still keep thinking about the Assange bomb coming. Our side has some more bombs to drop, though.
Waiting for Monday after the debate for next one. And one planned Tuesday. That way if I lose the debate, the media will have something else horrible about The Donald to report on. Almost makes me salivate.
More later. Well, after WWIII (the debate) ….
Probably will never use any of this in my memoirs, but back to needing some cathartic avenue to get things off my chest without saying them to anyone …
Where was Black Lives Matter when four black officers were killed in line of duty last week?
It’s truthfully sick when an innocent person is killed by anyone. And, tragic when they are killed by officers of the law, sworn to protecting citizens.
But, still. The Black Lives Matter movement – are they just anti-police? Are they not really for “Black Lives?” I understand I can’t say this out loud. Ever. But, South Side of Chicago? Hello. The Donald called it a war zone and I acted very offended and added my “how racist” comment. But, really, kids are being shot on their porch, moms killed walking kids to school…. sickening.
Four BLACK officers killed in one week. Shouldn’t BLM be outraged?
No?
Just anti-police then? Sad. Because truly I believe what I said when I first heard about Black Lives Matters – All Lives Matter.
I’m ok with the divisiveness – like what do I care? Legitimately doesn’t affect me one way or another: I need the black vote so I’m pro BLM. Privately, I don’t care. Why would I? After they vote? What could they possibly do for me then? It’s not like I’ve really tried to help blacks once in office. I’m against magnet schools and vouchers which could help black community. After all, education is the equalizer. Or women either, really. I have never really tried to work for equal pay for women. Sure, I talked a good game. But reality? When I was in the Senate, the women that worked for me were paid 72 cents for each dollar paid men. And, good thing the Clinton Foundation pay is not public. Same stuff.
In reality. I’m a talker, not a doer. Like Benghazi – it was really my lack of action that was the problem. Not what I did. The problem was what I didn’t do.
What kind of tangent am I on? Just a cathartic ramble. Getting the nerves out before the big debate.
Probably not a good idea to stay too long on the computer.
Last random thought. Still hate Kaine. I’m trying to get over that, but so hard. Looking at him irritates me. Deep breath.
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I’ve rested. I’ve worked on my favorite lines – trying to say them with sincerity and look into the camera:
Trump has no plans
trumped up trickle down economics
he hates our military and says he knows more than the generals
a man you can bait with a tweet shouldn’t have the nuclear codes
he calls women dogs, pigs
he treats women like pieces of meat – objects
he loves Putin
he hates old people, sick people, fat people (ha – he hates me!)
he won’t release his taxes – he pays no taxes so he -hates military, education, police
Barring a MIRACLE, I could shoot someone on national TV at the debate and I still win. As long as I’m attacking him, as long as I don’t have to try and talk about my plans. Because truly, I realize I sound pretty robotic when I talk about my future plans – because it’s all just memorized drivel … so I’m trying to avoid that. Answer question quick, then pivot to attacking The Donald.
Just so happy. Bring on The Donald. I’m not even afraid of what else Assange has on me. Well, – little nervous. But if he had something – wouldn’t he have already dumped it?
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It’s Christmas every day in this election. A new present. In any normal world, the Wikileaks drop would be leading the story – front page.
I refused to release the Wall Street speeches where I got like $26 million? A dozen speeches? – A hacker found these. Isn’t that story enough? Repeat. Hacking found and released the transcripts.
The amount of money I have made speaking to Wall Street – banks who got government money in the bailout. It’s just comical. I mean, great for me. It’s not even a blip in radar.
But, even more – what I said — what I said to them:
I’m far removed from middle class
Wall Street are the smartest people
They can’t possibly vet all those refugees so they don’t know if jihadists are coming
I want Wall Street to come into White House and write their own regulations
blah blah
Of course I have a public stance and private stance on Wall Street. The electorate doesn’t need to know what I plan to do. They certainly wouldn’t even understand. I know what’s good for everyone.
Of course I just tell Wall Street what they want to hear, like I tell the electorate. Or better, just say horrible things about Trump so the lemmings will follow me to the end of the Earth.
But all the hacking? Isn’t anyone worried that there will be hacking during voting? The election might have issues!? No way. Just like no one could have possibly hacked my private server. Right.
Vodka, or maybe champagne celebrating the wonderful gift of Trump using the word pussy.
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Wow. Gotta just love the media. Once again, they run in like a knight on a white horse.
New leaked audio and video has Trump making lewd comments about women. He didn’t actually rape anyone or sexually harrass anyone in the tape. I mean, thank the lord they don’t have audio and video of Bill 1/2 the time. Awesome “locker room talk” and now it has the pious Ryan and the Republicans in a tizzy – “so lewd and offensive.” Love the media.
Actually almost even feel sorry for Trump.
Nah. It’s a hilarious gift. I love the media.
More later… I should be resting.
Had to chuckle when I heard that immigrants are being fast-tracked so they can vote in the Election.
My idea of “Extreme Vetting” is “Will you vote for the Democrats?” and I think that’s the only question to ask. Let ’em in with or without documents or verifying … we are a nation of immigrants.
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Speaking of Hurricane Matthew… I don’t like that it’s bringing Haiti back into the limelight. After all the crap we pulled in Haiti, the exploitation and money we made in business deals and other actions that Clinton Foundation specifically did while the county was devastated by the earthquake…. was hoping that would stay buried.
It’s all so convulted, the electorate probably wouldn’t understand it anyway. I’m sure it’s fine, but I would have preferred it to stay out of the picture.
Speaking of things I don’t want out in public… what happened to Julian?
Yes, I know. Back to memorization and pivoting practice. No yelling, no crazy eyes, no crazy smile, no head bobs, no yelling, don’t sound like a robot… no eye rolling, don’t look like a snob, no yelling, quit repeating yourself, don’t sound like ex-wife, be careful your voice can sound like fingernails on chalk board, control the cough, don’t be shrill, stop being so monotone, keep your tone level and caring, no yelling, look into camera right at TV viewers, blah, blah, blah.
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