Seriously, she’s awful. And we all know it. But people continue to labor under the myth that she’s at least entertaining.
But read this. The whole thing is one snarky one-liner after another with zero insight, opinion, or information being transmitted. So you would expect that it would at least be fun to read.
Bill arrives two hours late, red-faced and truculent.
“If you brought me over here to cry uncle, shame on you, Barack Obama. You and your press lackeys are engaged in a cover-up even though Hillary’s winnin’ the popular vote and the general election.”
“Hey, Bill, please, stop wagging your finger at me. Call off Harold Ickes and the Hillaryland Huns. You’re right. I can’t win without her. The two of us can clean McCain’s grandfather clock.”
“Goshalmighty. You could knock me over with a hair on a biscuit, Barack. Smart move, everybody wins. Now Hillary won’t be the skunk at your Denver garden party.”
“That’s why they call me: No Drama Obama.”
The whole column reads like that. It’s about as funny as malaria.
