Ronsday Billary

Ron on.

Ahh, well . . . . The North American Billary: a rapacious, ravenous, contagious, avaricious, and dangerous beast with an undetermined number of faces; two separate libidos, one calcified and the other malignant; two sets of independently operating legs, one wandering and the other cankled; split personality with matching sexual preferences; dysfunctional moral glands; and an insatiable lust for power.

The Billary is known for its long but highly selective memory,

Ron off.

It’s amazing all of the stuff the two smartest people in the world could not recall.

Ron on.

its complete absence of ethics, a highly developed sense of revenge, and an odd habit of herding its enemies under large wheeled vehicles.

While inhabiting the property at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in the late 1990s, the slick persona of the Billary defiled the image of the North American PotUS, rendering it incapable of honor, integrity, and trustworthiness for several years, with a severe relapse beginning in 2009.

Then about 10 years after the initial assault, the other half managed to single-handedly demolish any remnants of truth, loyalty, and personal accountability in the structure during that same period of relapse into deceit and treachery.

Following hard upon the impact of the cankled half of the Billary’s refusal to accept its own political mortality and have the decency to go off somewhere and ignominiously die, the decrepit slick half’s recent renaissance of ancient misdeeds at precisely the wrong moment in time remind me of Henry II’s lament perto Becket:

“Is there no one who can rid us of this meddlesome beast?”

Apparently no Democrats can get through to Cankles that she’s her own worst enemy and has NO chance of running again for high office . . . or even being relevant, for that matter.

Of course it could be that they’ve collectively decided to simply allow her to continue her delusional campaign of “Not My Fault” to ensure that by the time the 2020 presidential campaign hits high gear she will be politically deceased.

Weiner, Weinstein, Harvey, Spacey, Franken, Slick . . . a veritable Who’s Who of lewdness, lust, libido, and lechery. In the past, HilRod paid teams of detectives to unearth hearsay and produce rumor to shame women in Arkansas into accepting cash to keep their mouths shut about Slick’s licentious activities.

And for years now they’ve just co-existed as business partners in their nefarious and predatory “foundation,” maintaining a husband-wife relationship only where their white-privileged daughter and grandchildren are concerned.

So the question now is whether this latest set of allegations might be the coup de grace to her already critically injured media presence. I for one would read her obit, whether political or biological, with much satisfaction, even glee. Instead of running for president, perhaps she should be running for the border.

I mean, jeeeez, it must really suck to

Amass millions of very suspicious dollars

Hijack your political party

Get debate questions handed to you beforehand

Wipe out people who know where the bodies are buried

Destroy evidence of your illegal activities in government

Rig the vote counts in your favor

Steal the PotUS nomination

Finance a fake dossier on your opponent

Promise voters free everything

Sell your soul to Mephistopheles

and then lose the election to someone you say is incompetent to do the job you still think is rightfully yours because you have a vagina.

Yeah, I’d be pissed, too . . . if I had no morals, no ethics, no scruples, unlimited funds, and the media on my side and my spouse caused me to lose.

It’s over, Hillary. Slick can’t hurt you any more, ‘cause you’re a dead cow walking. Give it a rest. Give US a rest. Go crawl into your empty Absolut bottle and slip off into that “I used to BE somebody” dreamland with Huma and Valerie.

Ron off.

I have nothing to add.

9 comments on “Ronsday Billary

  1. I don’t think she’ll ever give up. Not as long as she can still draw breath. The best we can hope for is it becomes so pathetic SNL relentlessly parodies her. Or, Sessions finds his nads and appoints a Special Council to investigate Uranium One. That would be the best Christmas present EVER!

    Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

  2. All of the signs were there almost from the beginning. While Trump
    was filling arenas, the communist lesbian in the Mao Jacket could
    not draw flies if she took off her depends. I remember one campaign
    event where the podium was a detached flatbed trailer in farm country.
    I counted 13 people in the foreground.

    One of Ron’s points nails it: She was her own worst enemy. The entire
    neo-socialist leftist elite is made up of what Tammy Bruce calls Malnars
    (Malignant Narcicists.) This shows even in the realm of fashion. The
    First Wookie and Cankles both picked fellow travelers to cloth them
    yet none of their staff or advisors had the balls to tell them they looked
    like rodeo clowns.

    This extended to the campaign. Nobody dared to inform her royal
    hindass she was about to get her ass stomped like a Narc at a
    biker rally. Every campaign has internal polls, so there was no
    need to take the word of Democrat oversampled liberal pollsters.

    Other clues came at the very end including the now infamous
    “Why aren’t I 50 point ahead I ask?” line and the fact the campaign
    canceled the massive fireworks display on the eve of the election.
    The communist lesbian in the Mao Jacket is famous for her explosive
    violent temper and her ability to cuss like a drunken sailor. That tells
    me some poor bastard risked her wrath by giving the anointed one some
    bad news. And true to form, she is said to have had a nuclear level,
    expletive-laced meltdown on the night of the election.

    I saw the meltdown of the Democrat party coming in 1994. That was
    the year of the Republican tsunami that handed both houses of
    congress to the Repulicans. The now Democrat senate and house
    minority leaders concluded the reason they lost was that they had
    not steered the party far enough to the left and vowed to double
    down!

    The Democrat party bloodbath continued to include 3 of the last 4
    2-year campaign cycles. Again, they doubled down on stupid. In
    94, I posted on a BBS that a loss of even a few percent in every one
    of their fractious and often competing constituancies could possibly
    destroy the Democrats as a national party. I used the environmental
    lobby and private sector unions as an example by stating that sooner
    or later unemployed industrial workers would be roasting tree-huggers
    on spits. I also predicted that private sector union members would be
    the first to bail on the Democrat party.

    And sure as hell, for this reason, I called Pennsylvania, Wisconsin,
    Michigan, Ohio and most of the coal states for Trump on Nov. 7. The
    Democrat party history of doubling down on socialism after every
    loss is their Achilles Heel. It borders on delusional. From Obama to
    Cankles, average Americans were describes described as evil, greedy
    racists, deplorables, toothless gun-toting rednecks, homophobes,
    xenophobes, etc. Have they learned nothing of the Dixie Chicks effect!

    • Nope. And Kathy Griffen didn’t learn anything about the Dixie Chicks effect either. Let’s hope they never do. And let’s also hope we can stop the importation of future Dimocrat Party voters. If we don’t, the Evil Party will win and it will be because the Stupid Party committed suicide.

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