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You see? You see, people? You wait long enough, every darn picture on my blog will get a repost.

The Clintons’ house caught fire today, but was quickly extinguished. They weren’t home. This is not, repeat, not a fun story. It was in the garage apartment, which is for Secret Service use.

Oh, boy — I bet that’s an awesome posting!

Say, has there been any speculation, rumor, anything post-election about what the heck was up with Hillary’s health?


Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: January 3, 2018, 10:35 pm

Only thing I’ve heard about Hillary’s health is the same old story that’s been going around, that she’s actually just the host for an advanced parasitic organism of extraterrestrial origin.

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: January 3, 2018, 10:45 pm

Interesting details about the fire.
I wonder if we will ever know the cause.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: January 3, 2018, 11:11 pm

I’ll bet the apartment will be repaired and the government will be bill 10 times the cost of the repairs since “obviously, it was the SS agents’ fault.”

Comment from Malcolm Kirkpatrick
Time: January 4, 2018, 12:12 am

I –would– urinate on her if she were aflame, but only after she stopped moving.

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: January 4, 2018, 1:22 am

Well, there goes the last chance to ever get her e-mail server.

Comment from Jeff Weimer
Time: January 4, 2018, 1:40 am

I’m more concerned about *Bill’s* health. Have you seen him? He looks like the walking dead.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: January 4, 2018, 1:33 pm

Another batch of hand hammered disc drives containing completely non-classified electronic information about yoga classes, family photos and recipes for gag explosive Uranium birthday cakes, up in flames.

Damn shame, probably had valuable info on the socially proper use of Ninja Squirrel hot-sauce too.

Comment from Formerly known as Skeptic
Time: January 4, 2018, 2:16 pm

“…somebody get a glass of water or something”

No, no, no, Not water! You saw what happened to her green-hued soulmate in Oz. (on the other hand…hmmm)

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: January 4, 2018, 2:20 pm

I read somewhere (in the distant past), that Chelsea Clinton insisted that her father lose some weight for her wedding. To reach his weight loss goal, Chelsea put him on a vegetarian diet, which (allegedly) he has continued to follow. But I agree with Jeff Weimer’s observation, and Bill looks gaunt. And the red skin around his eyes is diagnostic of a heart patient who is not doing well, IMHO. But I think living in the same house with Hillary Clinton would be akin to a near-death experience—every day.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: January 4, 2018, 3:55 pm

I don’t know about her health but I suspect that the fire was just a little reminder that she’s getting behind in her payments to the Big Guy – anybody report the smell of sulfur and brimstone?

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: January 4, 2018, 4:16 pm

My fantasy is that Slick Willie will have a heart attack and die because H-Rod, wanting his demise and so not calling for help, ran from the room and tripped going downstairs suffering a fractured skull with subsequent brain swelling, coma, and death.

I normally don’t have this sort of vividly brutal thought about anybody, but the Clintons are special.

Comment from Anonymous
Time: January 4, 2018, 6:44 pm

What makes you think, Deborah HH, that they have been “…living in the same house…“???

My bet is that Slick has never even “touched” Cankles. Sure, he likes ’em chunky. And she definitely meets that requirement. But he also insists that they be subservient. Seen any sign of THAT lately???

And for Some Vegetable, she doesn’t have to pay Beelzebub. He pays HER. Just as he does for Bergoglio. Because, after all, they are both doing his bidding far better than anyone else has ever done. Although the DoJ and the FBI and the NSA and MI5 and MI6 are doing their best to catch up…

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