I swear, the Clintons are like herpes! You think you’re rid of ’em, then there they are again the next morning, glaring malevolently at you from the mirror — a big, angry, sodden, runny, putrescent, crusty, yellow-capped pustule on the bottom lip of America. 

 

The ranks of Famous Democrats are stuffed to overflowing with dull-eyed, vacant-stared, slack-jawed, drooling, slope-headed, bony eye-ridged, half-wits occupying seats of dizzying power many years after their last brain cell, gave up the ghost after having been cruelly soaked in drugs, alcohol or leftism.

 

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