I endorse Hillary Clinton for president. She is the second-worst thing that could happen to America.
I endorse her. And all her pomps. And all her empty promises.
Better the devil you know than the Lord of the Flies on his own 757. Flying to and fro in the earth, with gold-plated seatbelt buckles, talking nativist, isolationist, mercantilist, bigoted, rude, and vulgar crap. ...
...Hillary, I endorse you although you don’t belong in power—you picture of self-satisfaction out of doors. Count me the Iago of your supporters, you ding-dong bell in your West Wing, wild-cat in your can’t-stand-the-heat-get-out-of-the-kitchen, plaster saint in your injuries, player in your housewifery, and housewife in your bed. (Sorry, my mistake, that’s somebody else’s wife in bed with your husband.)
You’re a smug one, Hillary,
You really are a snoot,
You’re as cuddly as a cactus, you’re as charming as a newt,
Hillary,You’re a bad banana in a garish and expensive power suit!
You’re a limousine liberal, Hillary,
Your heart’s an empty hole,
Your brain is full of Sidney Blumenthal, you have boiled kale in your soul,