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I hate the speech writer that put that “basket of deplorables” in the fundraiser speech. Also, whoever let the press into the fundraiser should be shot.

Sure, I call Trump supporters deplorable behind closed doors. I call a lot of people a lot of names. I call my own voters stupid and easily manipulated. I call the American public idiots.

What happens in my room should stay in my room.

And then I had to apologize. Because some of the voters in favor of Trump that I really want to vote for me might have thought that the deplorable comment was about them.

So, the blame should go back to the moron who said I should say that in the first place and the media who put it out there. Don’t blame me. And then I had to apologize. Nearly killed me.

It was for the fundraiser crowd. I got millions and a few laughs from that, too. Like when Cher called Trump Hitler. What’s wrong with comparing him to Hitler? So what if calling a person Hitler is probably the worst thing you can do. I’m Hillary. I’m with me. If I offend some people it’s because of their own stupid values. It shouldn’t have gone out to the public anyway. I should be able to say anything, do anything without repercussions. Without apologies. I’m physically ill from this.

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Kellyanne.

Another person to be thankful I’m not running against.

Tired … and these pesky reporters are driving me to drink.

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Ok place, if you like poor people, which I don’t. Fundraiser here nothing like the Hamptons or Hollywood. Almost not worth the time. But, I know I’m going to have to spend time in a lot of mediocre spots in next 60 days and so….I’m dealing with it.

Download from today – I forgot I’m not supposed to yell into the microphone so I came across loud and shrill in my speech. Just such a hard thing to remember.

Oh and ha ha Matt Lauer. Of course you look sexist asking me tough questions. What were you expecting? Trump better be nice to me in the debates, I’m a poor old woman, after all. At least once the media get ahold of any attacks or disagreement in the debates – they will spin it like that…That Trump hates women – that’s why he argues or disagrees or attacks me. Not because we’re adversaries.

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$1.7 billion dollars to Iran? In cash? If Obama could get his hands on that kind of cash, where’s mine?

$1.7 billion. Hmmm. How do I talk myself out of this one? Schools failing, Lousiana a shit storm needing money, kids needing money for college….but we give $$$ and more $$$ and more $$$ to where? Iran?

I guess “we owed them” the money? We think they are going to be a good little country from now on. Obama didn’t directly give cash to actual terrorists. Just people who  have a history supporting them… That’s ok, right?

Thanks, again, Obama.

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Irresponsible. Jim should not have released any of my interview. I don’t care that he tried to release late  on a Friday on a holiday weekend to keep people from reading or caring.

He could have simply said “the FBI investigation and interview with Ms. Clinton will not be released.” End of story. Who questions the FBI?

But to release? It’s just so bad. I don’t know what the “C” stands for? Really? Little harder to stand in front of people and say I took my role as Secretary of State very seriously when I said I don’t understand basic email coding or I said I didn’t even remember a 2 1/2 hour meeting in which all the protocol was gone over and/or the document I signed verifying that meeting. Little harder to prove I have the stamina and mental ability to be President when it is reported that I said “I do not recall” 40 times. I had one blackberry for convenience? And then it turns out that, for convenience, I had many more and who knows where they are or where the emails on those phones ended up? And a computer sent in the mail. Wtf? Just all looks bad. Is bad.

It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to keep his job. I mean, people have actually disappeared or died under weird circumstances for less.

Also, tough end of day download. My advisors say I don’t sound genuine when I tell the press I’m happy to have them on the plane. They say I look obviously irritated by their questions. Yeah, no shit. I hate having them around in my business. Won’t be around when I’m Queen of Effing Everything.

So, I don’t get an Academy Award for the last few days. But, I’ll keep trying. 62 more days? Shit.

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Still fuming about today. They just sit there and let me have a five minute coughing fit? Would it have killed one of them to stand up there and say a few words so I could get some water and a throat lozenge?

Cleveland….another time I needed an award. Standing in front of a crowd and saying that Cleveland was exactly where I wanted to be on Labor Day….Seriously? Ha.  And the joke “whenever I think about Trump I get allergic” — really? I think I’m allergic to Cleveland.

I think there were more campaign stops today, in one day, than I’ve done in the past few weeks combined. Voice is thrashed. It actually may be hard to convince people I have the stamina to be President if I try to keep up this pace. I look and sound horrible after today. Need to tone it down if I am going to make it the next 9 weeks.

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Good news, bad news.

Well, mostly bad news but I can handle it. New plane has room for press. Less escape possibilities. I have my own space, of course. Not stupid.

Campaigning with creepy Kaine and his puritanical wife. Just have to smile. 63 more days. But who’s counting?

Cleveland sucks. And fairs have weird smells. Face hurts from the fake smiling.

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Thank God the general public has no clue. China chooses this week to show Obama who’s boss, and made it clear it is not him.

Getting snubbed in China, not good. But, most voters just won’t understand the significance – Obama will talk his way out of it. “It doesn’t show we are weak. It doesn’t show disrespect.” The public will believe or not even understand.

As for me, I’ve decided to screw the press. No press conferences, even though I promised one soon. My definition of soon is a long time from now. Maybe when I’m leaving the White House. I’ll follow the money and speak when financially beneficial to me and the campaign. Oh, and I think everyone forgot my promise to go to Louisiana after things died down there. Awesome.

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How did Ronald Reagan, who knew nothing about international relations or even where some countries were, who was extremely ill-prepared to become President of the United States — how did he win by a record number of votes and then become one of our best Presidents ever?

1) cutting taxes – no chance I’m doing this

2) beefing up military – nope

3) cutting the deficit – no, I have too much spending in mind. The more bloated the government is, the more power I have, I will keep spending.

Bill — also a beloved and great President — cut the deficit, balanced budgets. Really was Newt Gingrich, but Bill helped, I think, and got most of the credit.

I’m prepared to be President. But, what will I be remembered for? Certainly not for cutting spending or helping US out of the financial mess Obama has us in. Thanks, Obama.

Trump is woefully unprepared to be President. Let’s hope the voters don’t remember that Reagan was, too. Is it possible that a business man would make a good President?

This is supposed to be a mechanism to reflect on my historic run for the White House and to help me remember the trail. Need to stop thinking about Trump and start thinking about myself. Hard to do when my advisors keep talking about “Trump this and Trump that.” And pushing all this debate prep. Literally killing me. Frustrating.

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I hate him. Just so upset. He stole eight of the best years of my life. I would have been a great President 8 years ago. I would have beaten McCain. McCain’s a great guy, but he’s a normal politician. I would have beaten Romney. A decent guy, too, very smart. But, too plastic. I was on my game. Sure, I had normal scandals that have surrounded us for years, but I was on my game. I had energy. I cared more. Now, I’m having trouble just going through the motions.

Obama was young. He could be running and winning now, easily. The country would want him.

Me? I schlepped all over the world as Secretary of State. Ridiculous number of miles as he sat in the Oval Office and played golf. And, now 8 years later, I have racked up so many more scandals —they are dragging me down. I can’t hold press conferences because I’m having trouble keeping track of the lies, the lies about my lies and what I can and cannot recall or can or cannot blame on the ineptitude of my advisors. It should be Obama running against Dangerous Donald. Not me. Not now. Not me.

It should be me leaving the White House, fat and happy after 8 years. Not him.

Horrible. I deserve better. Thanks, Obama.

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