When comes the flowers,
before or after our death,
to make it so plain?
If Hillary comes to us in a floral skirt, and no sun bonnet, I’d need some shade of repentance for a lack of transparency. To make it more viable… that she really does understand what is at stake here. If not… she looks more like an Oliver North in a skirt- but she’d need to be hugging a shredder so she won’t get caught. To late… the news is what it is!
A counterfeit… an accomplished improvisor to appeal to whom ever she stands in front of- a chameleon. Does this remind you of anyone?