Edith Keeler and Sarah Connor Form Support Group!

Edith Keeler and Sarah Connor: Marked women!

Edith Keeler and Sarah Connor: Marked women!

As is normal before their weekly meetings, Edith Keeler makes sure that there is plenty of coffee available. Her support group co-founder, Sarah Connor, is in charge of buying donuts.

The two women previously had nothing in common before they found out that they were both targeted for death.

“I don’t have to tell you that being targeted for death violated my safe space” said Connor as she arranged the donuts.

I mean I was living a pretty good life. You could say I was politically naive. But then this guy with a thick Austrian accent shows up and tries to kill me. He was targeting any woman who had my name. Well I don’t know what this guy’s story is and why he hates women named Sarah Connor. Perhaps he flew into a patriarchal rage when a woman named Sarah Connor refused his sexual advances. This really radicalized me. I realized that all men oppress women and want us dead. Well I’ve had enough of men and their mansplaining and trying to kill me! This woman is fighting back!

Edith Keeler seconded Sarah’s comments.

I run a shelter for indigent. You know because of capitalism times are bad. Anyway one day this pointy eared fellow, obviously he was Chinese and his ears got caught in a mechanical rice picker, tells me that I have to die. What is it with men?  Why are they always wanting me to die?  This has been happening since I was in high school and I refused to sleep with my prom date. He too wished me dead. Men! Their patriarchal dominance has made women powerless. I’m through with men. Heterosexuality is a bourgeois construct anyhow. Fortunately Sarah and I have developed a passionate lesbian bond. We have started a web cam where men pay to watch our lovemaking. Yeah, they pay! It’s about time we made the men pay!

The support group, “People Who Have Been Threatened With Death” originally started in the basement of Edith Keeler’s mission, with only her and Sarah.

But soon word of mouth got out and more people started attending their meetings.

“We now have a full house” said Keeler.

Thirty to forty people per meeting. Strangely enough, most of those attending used to work for the Clintons. Sadly they never seem to make it to a second meeting. I usually scan the obituaries and see their names. Sad but expected. 

So successful have they been that Keeler and Connor are considering franchising the meetings.

“Patriarchy kills” said Keeler.

It’s a very simple and easy to relate to message. Men are dangerous. They will kill us any chance they get. It’s time the sisterhood united! Now if you’ll excuse me it’s time for Sarah and I to document our passionate, yet tender lovemaking in another webcam session. Let’s make the patriarchy pay!

The pointy-eared China-man who got caught in a mechanical rice picker as a child and the burly, leather-clad Austrian could not be reached for comment.

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Thousands of Mexicans Airdropped Into New York as Part of “Operation Sanctuary City”!

New York is a sanctuary city!

New York is a sanctuary city!

In a daring operation not seen since the Berlin Airlift, New York City has begun airdropping Mexicans trapped behind the lines in Red State America into the open arms of their sanctuary city.

“New York City is a progressive city” said mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr. (stage name Bill de Blasio.)

We reject the results of the last presidential election where white people voted out of fear and prejudice. We welcome all races, classes, creeds and gender designations. Okay, maybe not creeds. We do not welcome Christians. But everybody else is welcome in New York City. Except for the Irish and the Latvians, but that’s just common sense.

As part of Operation Sanctuary City, New York contracted with border cities in Texas, New Mexico and Arizona to fly their undocumented immigrants to Manhattan aboard surplus B-52s where they will be dropped onto a grateful and progressive city.  But before this can happen the Mexican (and other central American) undocumented are given rudimentary parachute lessons in hopes of easing their transition to the northern sanctuary city.

Test trials were run all summer with mixed results.

“A lot of the Mexicans were reluctant to jump out of the planes we provided” said a source at Operation Sanctuary City.

Perhaps they didn’t trust the parachutes we gave them. Granted they are used parachutes but we bought in bulk. It was cheaper. But most of the parachutes worked.  Perhaps it was a cultural thing. They associate jumping out of planes with the white man. Perhaps it was the fact that none of the instructors spoke Spanish. We hired Portuguese-speaking instructors because they were cheaper. And Portuguese is almost Spanish, right?

The results of the trials, where Mexicans were dropped onto Oklahoma City, Little Rock and Philadelphia, were for the most part promising.

A good 75 percent survived the jump, though the citizens of the test cities complained that many of the Mexicans landed on their cars or had no marijuana to sell them. So we started providing pot that we bought in Colorado to the Mexicans. After that residents complained that the Mexicans were still landing on their cars, but seemed more mellow when doing so.

With the trials deemed a success the actual drops on Manhattan began the day after the election. Many New Yorkers, stunned, scared and looking for safe spaces, welcomed the airlifted Mexicans.

“Look at all those future Democratic voters in the sky” said one upper west side resident.

The election has made all of us in Manhattan feel besieged by a giant wall of red state voters. We feel like oppressed minorities. The conservatives are always saying that we progressives have our heads in the clouds but I tell you when I saw all those beautiful, brown Mexicans dropping from the sky I thanked god I had my head in the clouds. I just wish they hadn’t landed on my car.

Because of complaints about Mexicans landing on their cars, city residents are asked on the days of drops to park their cars in indoor garages or paint on the roof of their car “Do not land here. Please.”

“I am confident that New Yorkers will welcome our new undocumented with open – son of a bitch! Did he just land on my car?” said an exasperated Mayor Wilhelm Jr. (stage name Bill de Blasio.)

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Charlie the Tuna Captured, Kept Alive and Harvested for Fish Oil!

If you have any decency left in you please kill me now.

If you have any decency left in you please kill me now.

For years Charlie the Tuna hoped he would be selected by Star-Kist Tuna. But the call never came.

“They always rejected me. Said I wasn’t fresh enough” said Charlie.

Rejected by Star-Kist Charlie resigned himself to a life in the sea, knowing he’d never be able to see the exotic land above the water.

Then one day he got caught in a net and pulled onto a boat.

I was ecstatic.  Finally my time had come. I was being selected as fresh enough for Star-Kist tuna. I felt important. It’s such an honor among my people to become Star-Kist tuna. I pictured my relatives back in the sea and how proud they’d be of me.

But it was not to be.  Once on board the ship Charlie realized to his horror that he had been captured by fish oil harvesters who were “fracking the sea” in an attempt to extract the valuable substance.

Charlie was kept in a cell until the ship docked. He was then taken to a fish oil extraction factory.

At first I thought, “Okay, so I won’t be tuna. They want my fish oil. How bad can this be?” I soon found out. I wasn’t going to die. The human bastards were going to keep me alive, feeding me with tubes so they could have a supply of fish oil.

Strapped to a fish oil extraction board, Charlie watched helplessly as he was cut open and tubes inserted under his scales.

I have never felt such pain in my life. I lost consciousness at first. I consider that brief interlude of unconsciousness a gift from god because I soon developed a tolerance and was never able to sleep for long.

Among the constant whir of extraction machines, bright lights and constant 55 degree Fahrenheit temperature in the fish oil extraction room Charlie found sleep fitful.

As tubes kept him fed, other tubes simultaneously extracted his fish oil.

I soon realized to my horror that it would never end. I would never die. The bastards were going to keep me alive indefinitely for my oil. One fish next to me couldn’t take it and died one night. I envied him, the lucky son of a bitch.

One of the fish oil harvesters, seeing Charlie’s distress, took pity and gave him some worms.

It’s nothing personal, he told me. We just need your fish oil because of the health benefits. I still was being tortured but that took a little of the sting off. At least I knew that I was helping people. That made me feel good. Between extractions of course.

Longing for death, but knowing that it wouldn’t come for years, Charlie retreated to a fantasy world underneath the sea.

In my dreams I’m swimming in the ocean, free and happy, with my wife and children. We don’t have a care in the world. Just swimming. Happy. It’s a warm feeling.

But as always, Charlie would soon be brought back to reality by the pumping of the extraction machines.

“If anyone has any decency left, please come to the extraction chamber and kill me” he whimpered hopelessly.

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Idiot Says Something Stupid!

I get confused easily and sometimes forget where I am

I get confused easily and sometimes forget where I am

Aging, decrepit, former Hollywood superstar Robert DeNiro was quoted as saying that the election of Donald Trump has him depressed. It’s a lingering depression that he hasn’t felt since 9/11.

“How am I doing? Very depressed” he told a reporter.  Well, he thought it was a reporter but the easily confused former actor mistook one of his six maids for a reporter.

Things are not going well in the United States. Things aren’t being done right. Our economy is in shambles because angry white men aren’t buying products. Our constitution is being ignored by angry white men without college degrees. Donald Trump is not my president.

The aging, incontinent actor then took a break from mistaking one of his maids for a reporter to spend 45 minutes on the toilet in a failed attempt to move his bowels.

I drink a lot more wine than I used to. It’s supposed to help me move my bowels. I drink pomegranate juice as well.  Laxatives, you name it. I’ve done them all. But still my bowels won’t move. Why the hell am I wearing diapers if I can’t go?

He then continued talking to his maid.

The results of election night brought back nightmares from 9/11. When it was announced that Trump was elected I once again saw the twin towers collapsing. I once again saw people jumping to their death rather than burn. I once again felt the horror of America attacked. I once again spent an hour on the toilet watching my penis slowly dribble out urine while I could not move my bowels.

After his nurse cleaned his diapers and wiped the drool off the side of his face, the over-the-hill, septuagenarian with compromised physical and mental capabilities continued his rant against the President-elect.

What is the electoral college for anyway? Why do we have it?  I mean someone once gave me a copy of the Federalist papers. It’s in a stack of books I have in my bathroom. I spend a lot of time in my bathroom now. Nothing ever happens. I sit and I sit but I never shit. My doctor thinks there may be a blockage of some sort. Like Donald Trump is blocking our Constitution.

The actor who is rarely seen in public and is easily confused by unfamiliar surroundings then dropped his pants.

Why can’t I go? Why can’t I go? I’m one of the elite. Give me a stool softener. Maybe that’ll make everything flow out, like the way Donald Trump is softening the Constitution to establish his alt-right dictatorship. I bet it was Donald Trump who brought down the towers on 9/11. Just like the alt-right to blame the Muslims who are the true religion of peace.

After finishing his rant comparing the election of Donald Trump to 9/11 the aging actor, his mind fading, was led by the hand to his bed where he was tucked in by his nurse. A bed pan lay on the nightstand in case DeNiro needed to use it.

“I’m sorry about this” said his nurse.  “He gets on rants sometimes. His mind isn’t clear about a lot of things nowadays.”

As I left his place I could hear DeNiro yelling from his bedroom.

“Where the hell is my bedpan. I feel a bowel movement coming on. Dammit!  Nothing!”

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Still Mourning Edith Keeler, James Kirk Re-Enters Dating Scene

So.......do you come here often?

So…….do you come here often?

Reeling from the loss of the love of his life, social worker Edith Keeler, Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise has reluctantly entered the dating scene again.

“It’s been tough the past few weeks” said Kirk.

I really thought Edith and I (pictured here)

The love of James T. Kirk's life.

The love of James T. Kirk’s life.

would spend the rest of our lives together. She had everything I wanted. Personality, brains, boobs and a vagina. But mostly boobs and a vagina. But then my first officer Spock told me that Edith Keeler had to die or the Nazis would win World War II. At first I was all like, “So what? Let the Nazis win. They’re socialists after all, and socialism is a compassionate economic system.” But then Spock was all like, “Jim, if Edith lives, millions will die who did not die before.”  What can I say. The Vulcan knows how to guilt trip. So I had to let her get run over in traffic. You know it’s her fault actually. She should have looked both ways.

Kirk first joined Match.com hoping to find a new romantic partner.

That didn’t work out. Turns out all the women on match want money. When they find out I’m career military they lose interest. I mean come on. I have stories, interesting stories to tell these women. But all they wanted were expensive shoes and hand bags. So I deleted my Match account.  It’s your loss, ladies.

Kirk also tried eHarmony but had to quit that after his inbox got flooded with date suggestions.

Star Fleet puts strict quotas on inbox size. Don’t ask me why. We can travel faster than the speed of light but can’t maintain a decent server. Go figure.

Not finding luck on eHarmony Kirk then went to a fetish site called “Green women dating.”

I’ve always had a thing for green women. No man alive can resist one. Once you go green you never go back.

Once you go green you never go back

Once you go green you never go back

So I said what the hell, might as well get me some hot green action. Unfortunately all the green women are on the other side of the galaxy and I can’t ask Star Fleet to divert the Enterprise so I can get me some. I think. I’l have to check the regulations again for a loophole.

Finally out of options Kirk opened up a Tinder account.

If I can’t find true love then I might as well give in and go for hookups. I’ve been told Tinder is good for that. So I started posting shirtless photos of me online

Looking to hook up?

Looking to hook up?

Hey ladies, want some of this?

Hey ladies, want some of this?

and the response was immediate. I mean immediate. Suddenly I was getting more action than a late 20th century-early 21st century Earth Democratic politician. The ladies were lining up for a piece of Jim. Who needs true love?  I wish I had started using Tinder earlier.

Still, Kirk’s Tinder conquests have come with a price.

“I think I got syphilis from one of them” he said.

Always use protection

Always use protection

“At least that’s what Dr. McCoy thinks. And that old country doctor is never wrong. I knew I should have used protection.”

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A Special Message From the Portland, Oregon Chamber of Commerce!

WELCOME TO PORTLAND, CITY OF FRIENDLY FEELINGS!

WELCOME TO PORTLAND, CITY OF FRIENDLY FEELINGS!

I am often asked if I could turn over the pages of Manhattan Infidel to guest bloggers. My response is always the same:  I have three readers. Pay me and knock yourself out.

And so today I have the pleasure of handing over Manhattan Infidel to the Portland, Oregon Chamber of Commerce.  Take it away!

Thank you Manhattan Infidel.

Are your many readers thinking of a good vacation spot? Or perhaps a city to relocate. Well look no further.

Portland Oregon is uniquely poised to be the up-and-coming city of the 21st century. We are the 26th most populous city in the United States.  And our relatively low cost of living, interstates, marine terminals and intercontinental railroads all provide an economic edge.

Portland is a progressive city and we pride ourselves on our tolerance and diversity.

Tolerance of many different opinions, assuming all opinions are progressive.

You may have seen images of rioting in our beloved city. This is just our populace making its voice heard. Donald Trump has been elected. A college-educated, progressive city such as ours cannot and will not tolerate a free and fair election of a non-progressive. Leave that to the uneducated red necks of the inland states. That is why Oregon will  join California and Washington and secede from this racist, non-progressive nation.

Diversity. Did you know that while our population is 76 percent white, those white people come from all over Northern Europe. We have white people from England, white people from Scotland, white people from Denmark, Sweden and Norway. White people from the Netherlands. White people from Switzerland. We even have white people from France and Spain! (Even though their white bona fides are questionable.) You see, we have a melting pot of white diversity!

But not to worry. We also have non-white races represented (and not just the Irish!) Seven percent of our population are progressive, college educated Asians. Six percent of our population is black. Many are not college educated but they are welcome anyway as long as they stay in public housing built just for them.

Portland also proudly believes in freedom.  As such we have been voted theLeast religious city in the United States.”  Why over 42 percent of our residents are non-affiliated with any superstitious religion. We in Portland have no time for superstition. We are college educated and as such worship only the State.

Portland also is LGBT tolerant. We are second only to San Francisco in LGBT population. Our LGBTs add to our city’s diversity. And, of course, they are college-educated and progressive.

So come to Portland. Vacation. Do business. Make it your home.

Portland. We are a free expression city and are rioting tolerant. As long as the rioters are progressive and college educated.

Well I’m sold. I’m moving to Portland!

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Wonder Woman Goddamn Tired of Your Mansplainin’ Bullshit!

Down with the patriarchy!

Down with the patriarchy!

Wonder Woman, founding member of the Justice League, demigoddess, United Nations Executive Ambassador, known in her homeland as Princess Diana of Themyscira, has let it be known that she is “sick of your shit.”

“I fight crime. I fight for justice” Wonder Woman shouted while carrying a placard outside the Justice League’s headquarters that said, “Respect My Vagina or Get Out of my Way!”

In my homeworld I’m a princess. I’m a leader. I’m respected. I have a brain.  Who do you think invented the Lasso of Truth?  It wasn’t Q. It was me! I have a patent for it. I came up to North America because I needed new challenges. But do you think any of that shit matters here? Do you think they’ve even bothered to look at my resume or my LinkedIn profile? No.  Up here I’m supposed to be subservient to the men.  Except sexually that is. It seems men in the United States all want me to spank them and call them dirty names or do something to them with my lasso. What’s up with that? Is it my boots?  Where I come from all Amazon warriors wear these.

Wonder Woman then went on to relate a recent incident that led to her radicalization.

Batman asked me to drop by the Batcave to discuss crime fighting and social justice. I’m all up for social justice so I said yes. When I got there the lights were low and Batman put on Bob Seeger’s “Night Moves.”  He started dancing in front of me and singing “She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes and points on her own sitting way up high way up firm and high.” Then he asked me if I would like to touch his penis. I was about to kick him in the groin when Robin showed up and saved me. He grabbed Batman and called him a “two-timing bitch.” Well when they were fighting I high-tailed it out of there.

On another occasion she had to sit through a lecture on proper archery techniques from the Green Arrow.

Hello?  Like I know how to use an archery set. I’m Wonder Woman. I don’t need mansplainin’ from a member of the patriarchy. I sat there steaming for what seems hours. Finally when the lecture was over he asked me, rather condescendingly, “Did you get all that?”  Yeah, I got all that. Then I kicked him in the groin. Now he knows why Batman keeps Robin around.

Humiliated by the lack of respect shown to her, Wonder Woman resigned from the League of Justice and formed her own crime-fighting organization called “The Sisterhood of Justice” that will be open to all female crime fighters, professional. and amateur.

We’ll be fighting crime by men perpetrated against women. Justice by vaginas for vaginas! That’s the way it should be! I’ll bet the League of Justice will rue the day they ever disrespected me!

The Sisterhood of Justice is a Delaware Limited Liability Corporation and will be publicly traded on Wall Street.

“My vagina may be closed to the patriarchy but my finances are an open book” she said.

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Hollywood Reverts to State of Nature as Stars Flee to Canada!

Closed because everyone went to Canada.

Closed because everyone went to Canada.

In the three days since Donald Trump was elected the 45th President of the United States, Hollywood has reverted to a state of nature, with tumbleweeds and pigs roaming deserted streets as Hollywood stars climbed to the top of the Capitol Records building and tried to get on the last helicopter out of town before Trump takes over.

“How could this happen?  How” cried Amy Schumer.

I love America. It’s the greatest socialist nation ever. I love American values of redistribution of wealth and the confiscation of guns. But how can Trump get elected?  He didn’t even get the most votes! Isn’t the person who gets the most votes win? It’s in the Constitution or something.

Popular singer Barbra Streisand lamented the recent turn of events.

“Elections are just too important to be left into the hands of the people” she said.

America is a large country. Or so it appears to be on the map. I’ve only seen LA and New York. Lots of good respectable progressives in both towns. But between those two cities?  It’s scary. Lots and lots of white people. And  not respectable white people either who have college degrees and work in think tanks. But white folk who own farms and do manual labor. People who have never been to college or know the glory of socialism. I hate them. I mean I hope they buy my records but they’re not true Americans.

Bryan Cranston, popular star of Breaking Bad regretted the necessity of moving to Canada.

“I am an American” he cried as he pushed John Stewart off the helicopter to make room for his wife.

And my American experience is fairly typical. I was born and raised in Hollywood, the son of an actor. I’ve lived my entire life in Hollywood. But with Trump elected now I have no choice but to move to Canada. I thought of moving to Mexico but too many brown people live there. So Canada it is. I hear it’s cold and rainy but like most Americans I have lots of money so I can always afford to vacation in a warm place. Assuming there are more white than brown people living there.

As the helicopter took off for places north an  eerie silence descended upon the streets. Soon Chicanos moved into the swank homes formerly owned by the now-fled stars.

“White people are crazy” said one Chicano.

This is a nice home. I don’t know why they left. I hear white people like cold weather. Maybe that’s why the went to Canada. It would make more sense to go to Mexico. It’s closer to Hollywood and warmer.

From his new home in Canada, Cranston wore a thick sweater as he adjusted his thermometer.

“Damn it’s cold here. Very cold. I should have moved to Mexico.”

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No Matter Whom You Vote For Our Republic is Long Gone

We shouldn't have to care who runs for President

We shouldn’t have to care who runs for President

Election day has finally arrived. The choice between Trump and Clinton is for many a horrible one.

That speaks volumes. The fact that people care about who gets elected is a troubling sign.

Our Government as enshrined in our Constitution, the greatest document for human freedom ever written by the hand of man, is a limited government with specifically-enumerated powers.

I think it’s safe to say that our government today bears no resemblance to the founding father’s idea.

What do we have now?

  • The Rule of Law dead
  • An out-of-control overreaching all-powerful government
  • A fourth branch of government (the bureaucratic) that is more powerful than the other three combined and that strikes fear into ordinary Americans.  Hello Declaration of Independence:  He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

What we have now is the result of the “Long March” of the so-called progressive movement, which in reality is a movement backwards towards one-man rule and tyranny.

It doesn’t matter whom we vote for.

Our Republic is not just doomed it is long dead.

The so-called progressives run our schools. They run our businesses. They run our bureaucracy. They run our media.

The result of this daily propaganda is frightening.

The majority of Americans have now bought into the progressive dream of activism, socialism and “equality.

We throw around the words liberty and equality together like they were synonyms.

In fact that are enemies.

The progressives can have their dream of equality (with them slightly more equal than the serfs they rule.)

I choose liberty.

I choose the Constitution.

It is time we remember the ninth and tenth amendments:

 

Amendment IX

 

The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

 

Amendment X

 

The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.

How can we regain our Republic?

For starters repeal the 16th and 17th amendments and abolish the Federal Reserve.

I fear we have passed the point of no return.  I fear that a peaceful redress of grievances is no longer possible.

I fear that violence is now unavoidable.

If Hillary is elected will she try taking our guns?

It is worth noting that the first shots fired in the Revolutionary War were when the British were trying to locate an arms dump so they could take the guns and disarm the colonials.

What this country needs this election day is less “equality” and more Samuel Whittemores.

The original American Bad Ass.

The original American Bad Ass.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Whittemore

God help our country. God help us avoid the horrors of war on our soil.

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On Eve of Election, Hillary Clinton Addresses Nation

Why is everybody always picking on me?

Why is everybody always picking on me?

With the election hours away, Democratic nominee Hillary Clinton, reeling from recent Wikipedia leaks, took to the airwaves to reassure her panicked supporters that all is well and she still expects to win the Presidency.  As a service to my readers I now present Ms. Clinton’s remarks.

My Fellow Americans:

come before you tonight as a candidate for the Presidency and as a man whose honesty and integrity have been questioned. I mean as a woman whose honesty and integrity has been questioned. I mean sometimes I play the man but only sexually and only with other women. I mean men.

I have a theory that the best and only answer to a smear or to an honest misunderstanding of the facts is to tell the truth. And it that doesn’t work to smear them back. And if that doesn’t work arrange for them to die in a tragic accident. Hey, accidents happen, am I right?  And that’s why I’m here tonight. I want to tell you my side of the case.

I am sure that you have read the allegations and you’ve heard that I, Secretary of State Clinton, enriched myself with a phony foundation.

And now to answer those questions let me say this:

Not one cent of the foundation money was spent my personal use or quid pro quo political access. Every penny of it was used to pay for young women for Bill and myself. And that is not a personal expense. It’s a necessity. Bill likes young girls. It’s one of the few things we have in common.

And let me point out, and I want to make this particularly clear, that no contributor to the Clinton Foundation has ever received any consideration that he would not have received as an ordinary constituent, assuming said ordinary constituent just paid me millions because they had to if they didn’t want to meet up with a tragic accident.

And let me say I am proud of the fact that not one of them has ever asked me for a special favor. Except the desire to continue living.

Let me say, incidentally, that some of you may say, “Well, that’s all right, Madame Secretary, and I digress but isn’t Tea Leoni hot?; that’s your explanation, but have you got any proof”

It’s an audit made by the Price, WaterhouseCoopers. They said the Clinton Foundation was totally legit. And they said that for no quid pro quo. Just the understandable desire not to commit suicide or die in a car crash.

I was born in 1713. I mean 1948 and I am not an immortal demon. Our family was one of modest circumstances. Modest circumstances that made me sympathetic to the poor and desire never to be one of them again. That’s why Bill and I have this foundation. To enrich our selves. I mean our country. Through charity. And quid pro quo political patronage.

I should say this—that my wife Bill doesn’t have a mink coat. But he does have a respectable Democrat cloth coat. And I always tell him that he’d look good in anything. As long as he stays away from the young girls I’m sleeping with.

One other thing I probably should tell you because if we don’t they’ll probably be saying this about me too, we did get something. A man down in Texas – Austin which is blue and not filled with deplorables –  saw Bill on the television mention the fact that our daughter Chelsea would like to have a dog. And, believe it or not, the day before we left on this campaign trip we got a message from Union Station in Baltimore saying they had a package for us. We went down to get it. You know what it was.

It was a little cocker spaniel dog in a crate that he’d sent all the way from Texas. Black and white spotted. And our little girl-Chelsea, the 32-year old-named it “I’ve tried but I don’t care about money.”. And you know, the impoverished 32-year old, like all impoverished 32-year olds, love the dog and I just want to say this right now, that regardless of what they say about it, we’re gonna keep it.

Remember folks, a man such as me, I mean a woman such as me that’s to be President of the United States, must have the confidence of all the people.

And, now, finally, I know that you wonder whether or not I am going to stay on the Democratic ticket or resign.

Let me say this: I don’t believe that I ought to quit because I’m not a quitter. And, incidentally, Bill’s not a quitter either. Even on fat interns. He just won’t quit with them. And the damn cigars.

But just let me say this last word. Regardless of what happens I’m going to continue this fight. I’m going to campaign up and down America until we drive people like Donald Trump out of Washington. People who have turned their backs on the global elite. And remember, folks, a vote for Hillary Clinton is a vote for what’s good for America. Or the global elite. Whomever pays me more.

Now after a brilliant and heart-felt speech like that how can anyone not vote for Hillary Clinton?

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