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Now that poor Cindy McCain and her pills and boy-toys are becoming such old news, get ready for that other peroxide political bitch to take over her headlines! I do mean my very own heroine, Hillary Clinton, who I thought should have gotten the prez nomination. But she didn’t. And I’m warming to Obama—he’s certainly got a less-sullied stab at remaking this country, that’s fer sure—so let’s save H.C. for later. And with her potential for becoming the next secretary of state, a Clinton presidency in the future seems far more solid. Maybe.
See, there’s a whole new batch of personal Hillary goings-on being weighed at sundry media outlets, and, to put it bluntly, should these revelations come out, Cindy and her prescription-pill stupidity will appear silly to the highest degree, by comparison. Oh, and Hil’s sex stuff doesn’t bother me in the least, but then, I’m a total slut, so don’t go by my bedroom barometer.
What I want to know, though, is this: If tons of places have known about Ms. C’s boudoir scorecard for ages, why are they just now preparing the assault?