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Everymanwoman

These are my identities. If you don’t like them, I have others. Many others.

NY Gov. Cuomo Says He’s Muslim, Female, and Jewish, Among Other Things
It is becoming more and more obvious that former “Sex and the City” star Cynthia Nixon has New York Governor Andrew Cuomo a little panicky these days. Not only does Nixon have the celebrity power to raise money, but she’s been making the rounds with the progressive crowd in New York for a few years now. Cuomo is now lurching so hard to the left he may need chiropractic care soon. Here, he embarrassingly makes the case that being a New Yorker allows him to identify with, well, whichever group he wants to. It’s difficult to pick the most cringe-worthy claim, but I’ll go with when he says, “I am a woman…seeking to control her health and her choices.”

Translation for that last: (s)he’s pregnant, and wants to “control her health and her choices” by murdering the child. For the record, he’s also: heterosexual, homosexual, transgender, liberal, conservative, a dove, a hawk, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, a big-city elitist, a salt-of-the-earth Regular Guy, a lumberjack…and anything else anybody who might conceivably vote for him wishes him to be.

Reminds me of Ed Koch going around asking everyone within reach, “How’m I doing?,” only much more greasy, desperate, and insincere.

Speaking of pathetic and obnoxious:

From early on, the Clinton camp saw Trump as an enemy to encourage, Chozick writes. During the campaign, as had been previously reported, there was an effort to elevate Trump into a so-called Pied Piper in order to tie him to the mainstream of the Republican Party.

“An agenda for an upcoming campaign meeting sent by [Campaign Manager] Robby Mook’s office asked, ‘How do we maximize Trump?’” Chozick writes, describing a time when the GOP primary was still crowded.

Oops.

By the time of the conventions, though, as Trump was selected as the Republican nominee, the Clinton campaign was still trying to figure out how to improve her negative favorability ratings.

“A week earlier, she’d cut off Joel and the pollster John Anzalone, as they walked her through the almost daily reminder that half the country disliked her,” Chozick writes. “You know, I am getting pretty tired of hearing about how nobody likes me,” she said.

“‘Oh, what’s the point? They’re never going to like me,’ Hillary told this friend.”

Well, whaddya know. The snarling, incompetent trainwreck got something right. Once.

All that seems to lead into the damaging video of Clinton calling half of Trump supporters a “basket of deplorables,” at a New York fundraiser in September 2016.

That was no slip of the tongue, since “Hillary always broke down Trump supporters into three baskets,” Chozick writes.

  • “Basket #1: The Republicans who hated her and would vote Republican no matter who the nominee.
  • Basket #2: Voters whose jobs and livelihoods had disappeared, or as Hillary said, ‘who feel that the government has let them down, the economy has let them down, nobody cares about them, nobody worries about what happens in their lives and their futures.’

Translation: people who know that the economy let them down due to government interference with and mismanagement of it, who neither expect nor want the government to care about them or worry about their lives and their futures but to get the hell out of their way and leave them alone.

  • Basket #3: The Deplorables. This basket includes ‘the racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic—you name it.’

Translation: people who are sick of being called racist; people who respect women but also relish the differences between the sexes; people who don’t really give a shit what people do in their bedrooms but also don’t like being harangued by radical-Left psychotics seeking to undermine and overthrow cherished American rights, traditions, and institutions for no real reason; people who think America has a first-order duty to secure and manage its borders; people who know who it is committing the overwhelming majority of terrorist atrocities, understand fully what’s really in the Koran, and are therefore cautious and skeptical about Muslim intentions.

But now we come to the most delightful part:

On the night of the election, Chozick describes a dejected Clinton when she was told by campaign staffers that it was over.

Goosebumps. I got actual goosebumps here.

“Of all the Brooklyn aides, Jen Palmieri had the most pleasant bedside manner,” Chozick writes. “That made her the designated deliverer of bad news to Hillary. But not this time. She told Robby there was no way she was going to tell Hillary she couldn’t win. That’s when Robby, drained and deflated, watching the results with his team in a room down the hall from Hillary’s suite, labored into the hallway of the Peninsula to break the news. Hillary didn’t seem all that surprised. ‘I knew it. I knew this would happen to me…’ Hillary said, now within a couple of inches of his face. ‘They were never going to let me be president.’”

Damned skippy we weren’t, whiny bitch. Now go soak your head in a vat of something 16 years old and 90 proof. Or hydrochloric acid, whichever is handier.

The advisers and staff quoted in this article and elsewhere were the people closest to her—people who had faith in her, supported her, and believed her qualified to be president, enough so to labor tirelessly (and thanklessly) on her behalf to make it so.

They were the people who worked with her for uncountably long hours, who saw her every single day—morning, noon, and night. The people who knew her better than anybody, if you wish to grant the (barely) possible exception of her “husband.” And they were all just terrified of her, to the embarrassing extreme of shirking their professional duty to bring her bad news, news that would shatter her delusional megalomania and sense of entitlement for all time.

Says quite a lot, don’t it?

Lord, what an awful woman. And what a deadly bullet the Republic dodged when we sent her ass packing once and for all.

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  1. The question is, does he wear women’s clothes and hang out in bars when he is in lumberjack mode?

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