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Sunday, July 24, 2016

Hillary demands their passwords "and your little dog's too"

First she came for the passwords, but I didn't have a password, so I did nothing.
Then she came for the family's passwords, but I didn't have a family, so I did nothing. 
Then she came for my mobile phone and there was nobody left to save my mobile phone because they were all too busy playing Pokemon on theirs.

But seriously, those Democrats who Hillary Clinton was vetting for the VP slot were required to turn over every password for every social media account for every member of their families.

Next they had to list every single property they had ever owned, copies of every resume they used over the past 10 years, every business partner and every gift they ever received.

If Hillary Clinton had to do that herself, she'd be in prison for life. What hypocritical crap.

The finalists were then questioned for five weeks with follow-ups and more follow-ups on their responses and were called upon individually to meed with campaign chairman John Podesta and James Hamilton. They were instructed to bring along just one trusted person who would serve as the point of contact.

The Clinton final exam of those special VP candidates was held at the luxurious Clinton home in Washington D.C., paid for by foreign donations to the Clinton Foundation, an organization created to serve the needs of those in need named Clinton.

Podesta sat by his boss Hillary Clinton as she asked the first highly probing and original question: "Why do you want this job?"

"I'll get you and your little dog too"
Once the interviews were over and the winner of the "VP prize" was decided, she didn't call the finalists herself as she isn't quite sure how to negotiate an actual phone call--she usually has a secretary do that menial stuff--some were called by Podesta who would tell the poor schlub that they had decided "to go in a different direction." He also called congressional leadership to announce that they selected Tim Kaine, and Podesta was the one to call Bernie Sanders, not Clinton.

Hillary invited Kaine and his wife to her Chappaqua, NY home for lunch with all the Clinton clan to see how they'd get along. When she determined that Kaine was as easily bought as she, there was no question that he was her guy, and perhaps Anne Kaine would be Bill's gal. 

But imagine the idea of Hillary "Private Server" Clinton having candidates for VP give her all their passwords and those of their families. I know candidates need to be vetted, but let's face it, that never really happened with the Clintons.