“Hillary Clinton has the temperament to be president.”
That statement is as absurd as confusing a wheelbarrow for a fighter jet.
After 40 years in public life, Clinton speaks clearly and often presents herself with poise and occasional flashes of elegance. But beneath this bright surface, deeply unpresidential traits linger.
Clinton is an unreconstructed elitist who disdains her fellow Americans. She notoriously told Barbra Streisand and a room full of rich, giggling liberals: “You could put half of Trump’s supporters into what I call the ‘basket of deplorables.’”
Speaking Sept. 9 at a $6 million Manhattan fund-raiser, she added: “They’re racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic — you name it.” Given Trump’s following, Clinton sneered at some 50 million citizens.
She then doubled down during Monday’s debate against Donald Trump.
“I think implicit bias is a problem for everyone,” she said. “Too many of us in our great country jump to conclusions about each other … I think we need all of us to be asking hard questions about, you know, why am I feeling this way?”
So, every American’s racist.
“How can Hillary Clinton try to lead this country when she has such a low opinion of its citizens?” Trump wondered Wednesday in Waukesha, Wis. “How can she lead this country when she thinks America is full of racists, deplorables and irredeemables?”
If elected, Hillary Clinton would derive her powers from the American people. What a horrible attitude to see in a potential collective employee.
The ever-superior Clinton abuses her co-workers, even those ready to stop bullets for her.
“Good morning, ma’am,” a uniformed Secret Service officer once greeted Clinton.
“F – – k off,” she replied.
Journalist Ronald Kessler’s “First Family Detail,” among other volumes, documents Clinton’s callousness.
“She was just really rude to almost everybody,” former Secret Service agent Lloyd Bulman recalls. “She’d act like she didn’t want you around, like you were beneath her.”
White House staffers reportedly avoided conversations and even eye contact with her as first lady. Some hid behind drapes as she walked down the hall.
Hillary Clinton is a world-class grifter who sold access to the Lincoln Bedroom and her State Department office. Given her sticky fingers, she should be dubbed Hillary Velcro-hands. The Clintons literally stole antiques as they left the White House in 2001. Once caught, they had to reload the American people’s furniture and decorations and return them by truck from Chappaqua to Washington.
Clinton considers herself above the rules, as her outlaw e-mailgate system proves. She also apparently blew off her mandatory annual training on handling state secrets.
And, of course, Clinton is a pathological liar. Her pathology — a worrisome word — involves lying about things large and small: Her e-mails, which were deleted while under subpoena; her “allergies,” which became “overheating” and finally pneumonia; her arrival in Bosnia “under sniper fire,” during which she calmly greeted an 8-year-old girl.
Two Hillary Clintons were on display on Sept. 14, 2012. That’s when the four Americans killed in Benghazi were flown home to Andrews Air Force Base.
At the podium, Clinton was suitably stoic. Her black outfit and firm words perfectly fit the grim setting. But, Patricia Smith, the mother of murdered diplomat Sean Smith, says she witnessed, up close, Clinton’s true temperament.
As Smith told the Republican National Convention last July, “When I saw Hillary Clinton at Sean’s coffin ceremony, just days later, she looked me squarely in the eye and told me a video was responsible.”
Clinton knew damn well that Sean Smith was killed by al Qaeda-tied terrorists, not a band of disappointed film fans. And yet, with Smith’s casket just feet away, Clinton flat-out lied about this to his grieving mother’s face.
On camera, Hillary Clinton was plausibly presidential.
Off camera, two things confirmed her disqualifyingly unpresidential temperament: dry ice where her heart should have been and a wooden nose long enough to make Pinocchio’s look like a cork.
(via: NY Post)