“Seems like someone entering their second childhood is about to have their finger on the nuclear trigger, doesn’t it? That’s reassuring.
I’ve been observing for some time now that Scratchy McScreachalot seems to be a little unbalanced. Last night, in spite of the training wheels they appear to have stapled to her ankles, she teetered way off balance and went right off the rails.
Bright shiny objects tend to do that to toddlers… and puppies.”
by Scott Creighton
Watching Hillary Clinton (I call her “Scratchy McScreachalot”) give her acceptance speech last night I couldn’t help but think of just how completely crazy this woman has become. Compare her old speeches in the senate when she was parroting the neocon lies about Iraq and Saddam in order to get Dems to vote for a war of aggression to this one. They just aren’t the same people. I don’t know where this thing came from but it probably started to rear it’s troubling head when it cackled “We came, We Saw, He Died! hee hee hee”
Lat night Scratchy McScreachalot’s speech was riddled with numbers of sudden, unexplained emotional disconnections between her facial expressions and the words coming out of her mouth. At one moment she would be talking about something serious with eyes peeled back, wide open and a scowl on her face and then…
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