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immaculate conception? if not what's the story here?

does anyone want to see Billary naked? Oh, my eyes.......

Hillary deserves a fun vacation more than most in the US of A. I hope they have a great time.

Puke! Overwhelming PUKE!

They're gonna' be hittin' it like MINKS!!!
Too bad it won't be with each other (cackle)

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- ... GO HILLARY!!!!!!!

Here comes Hurricane Bill !!. Don't look into the eye of the storm !!!

I guess the Clintons want to make people forget Hillary's outburst about "not channeling her husband". I don't take ANYTHING these two do at face value. They always have an agenda.

As usual, The Daily Beast (which has become one of the Clintons' favorite mouthpieces) is there to trumpet whatever BS the Clintons are trying to sell.

They haven't done the ugly-bumpy in years!
(They won't start now).

No two people in my lifetime have been so tirelessly devoted to working for We The dear Little Sheeples. They do and have always had an agenda: make it a better world for the voiceless. I'm guessing The Whiners don't do a whole lot of public service, y'think?

But, of course if only Prez & Sec hadn't had Vince Foster killed.

I bet there is more to this story than meets the eye, and I bet the missing part is hiding between the sheets.

Beauty is in the eye of the lusty. Perhaps Bill and Hillary are doing this as part of a Viagra ad for erectile indifference, which is how I estimate Bill feels about Hillary, unless he too is one of those people turned on by power.

Imagine the ad. Perhaps as one of the upcoming Superbowl series. "Hi, I am Bill Clinton. Former POTUS, roving prisoner liberator and Big Mac eaters. Speaking of Big Macs..."

Though to be candid, I actually think that Hillary is now more attractive for her age than she was attractive for her age when she was younger and our first co-president. Not that she turns me on. I am one of those weakminded fools attracted to big chested women, like that hottie Angela Merkel.

Hope she gets reelected. I can't get enough of her in Der Spiegel.

HAVE FUN....most deserving.....

More pebbles on the beach.

When he was running for president the rap was they were devoted public servants - not in it for the money. Today they are worth upwards of 100 million dollars.

They flew to Bermuda on a private jet.

They are hardly 'of the people,' and 'for the people.'

As president Bill oversaw the transfer of missile technology from the Loral Group to the Chinese. There was a congressional investigation, The Cox Report, much redacted and sealed for the next hundred years.

What did they find and why is it hidden? Were someone to come along and seek to unseal the Cox Report maybe bullets would fly! Bill committed treason.

Imagine for a moment you are browsing in a book store. Here is how the key passage reads in, "New World Hors D'oeuvres."

And so, dear peer-ships, for that final juiciness as to "what Fidel had" on Billy Clintstone that drove the Elián Gonzalez case and skewered our pallah tics, having detailed all of the Elián facts, to obtain King Solomon's wisdom, we need change course, and revisit Little Rock, Arkansas, in 1989. Oh! Your throat is dry, you're hungry for the details and furthermore, it's time for brunching.

Speaking of brunch in, or luncheon, whichever you prefer, in or out, it was noted years ago, that for a period of months, a couple three times a week, Clintstone ignored his daily Governor's schedule and high tailed it over to Charlie's downtown Chye-knee restaurant for a noontime special.

When Clintstone went on these lunchtime forays three blocks down the street, was the governor driven by a state trooper, or followed while he strolled? Clintstone didn't stroll. Quickly changed into his jogging duds, Billy dashed from the State House without notice, on his way out the door, advising his trusted secretary, Betty Curie, to hold all his calls.

He jogged down the street, by himself, slipping the alleyway gate into Charlie Lin Trie's kitchen, panting wet in summer sweat. What was Billy's luncheon modus? What was our Billy Clintstone's back door operandi?

Revisit photographs that feature restaurateur Charlie Yah Lin Trie. Does this chef appear he'd be comfortable over a stir fry wok, or doling out Chinese egg drop soup, Charlie Yah Lin Trie, Chinese cook, who migrated to America and snookered super fortune cookie? Hedge those bets on Charlie.

And when Billy Clintstone dashed over to Charlie's place for some noon time Chinese dishes, did he forage the chow mien buffet line, gobbling lunch, and gabbing away middle day with Charlie's regular noon time choppers, or was our next President's hangout spot in Charlie Trie's secluded banquet room, the doorway in from Charlie's kitchen? And was Clintstone's made-to-order spread at one particular around-the-corner secluded booth each time, a special booth designed with the wily Arkansas governor, unbridled in mind?

Yes.

And when our Clintstone flopped at his own very special table, in Charlie's semi-private banquet room, "Closed" to the public, his booth, out of sight, around the corner from the doorway in, was Charlie the governor's server, or was Yah Lin Trie minding his cash out register? Was Clintstone's server famous Guangdong waitress, Shrimp Throat Kim Soo, brought special from Macau to Little Rock, expressly for Bill? And what else did Shrimp Throat Kim serve our soon-to-be cookie fortunate President, besides her succulent lunches?

They call it a "nooner."

Was Charlie's banquet room rigged in advance for the Governor's appearance, with hidden video cam recorders focused on that one special booth where Clintstone pegged his nooners, sew the surreptitiously created video tapes do clearly show it is our Billy Clintstone for sure beyond any shadow, dew wop a dew, and you can read Charlie's menu askew on the table?

Yes it was. Yes they do.

Does this eggs plain why James Riady's lowly gardener was sent to our White House for a soft money campaign coffee, there to say softly to Clintstone, as Billy Clintstone marched around the room heartily shaking hands with all his millionaire Clintstone investors, "The Riadys sent me?"

Can the innocent Riady gardener's crypt tickle message be translated thus: the transferring of Loral's missile tech to the Chinese military has to take place sooner, rather than later, or else the whole wide world, bling bling, is going to see your "nooner?"

Yes it can. Yes it does.

Do those scrumptious tapes of Shrimp Throat Kim serving Billy her breath away lunches explain how democrat party fund raiser John Huang was suddenly so easily flipped, with top security clearance, from Democrat Party headquarters to the Commerce Dept., his primary purpose there, to facilitate the speedy missile tech transfer from State to Commerce, sew Loral's key missile aiming technology could then cross the sea and land in the military hands of the shiny Cheyenne-easy?

Yes they do.

Do the underhandedly created Kim Soo tapes eggs plain why the Loral Group, whose missile technology was always for sale, dipped giant chunks of soft money, yearly to the democrats, but the year of their missile tech transfer Loral cut their demo party trib way back? Yes. The tech sale, they were told, was going to go regardless, sew the Loral group's quid pro Chinese party quo was knot but for appearances, to muddy the trail? Yes again, says our Onlion Shem.

It was during the Monica megillah that former congressman Cox's Report, documenting the fishy Chinese military stuff during Clintstone's administration was completed, but for gnashional security's sake, the fruits of his committee's investigation were kept under wraps far too many months, with some parts knot slated to crack dawn until the next century, long after Clintstone is departed.

Dear Peers! What is it that we, the American people are prohibited from seeing? Do our spineless self-serving Members of Congress fear the populace united would slip together as a body into nonpartisan outrage, and move to remove each and every Member of the Congress for their oblivious malfeasance in our public offices?

The Cox Report's congressional staffers talked amongst themselves: "The evidence we collected is air tight. Everything here smells like unadulterated treason, but what could be the reason? Where is there a motive?"

The staffers weren't up to sniffing Clintstone's modus operandi. The staff was not apprised of all the juicy lunches served by waitress non-witness Shrimp Throat Kim Soo, who was shipped back to Macau and, during the trip, to protect our witless Clintstone, snuffed in the Pacific.

Charlie Yah Lin Trie told Clintstone, after Clintstone won the presidency but was still, officially Governor, hanging out in Little Rock, expressly with the purpose in mind to slip in a serious palaver with Charlie Trie, "Mr. President. You remember waitress, (Shrimp Throat) Kim, from Macau? She got picture. I hear video picture. I knew nothing but I can go back to Macau and find her."

Does Shrimp Throat Kim explain how overnight, a chintzy stir fry restaurateur from downtown Little Rock morphed into a major democratic political party fund raiser, with more visits to the White House than Monica Lewinsky, plus photo-ops galore with Clintstone sew Charlie Trie could promote himself to all the Macau gangsters as a true entrepreneur with most high White House connections?

Yes.

King Solomon muses:

Shrimp Throat Kim was the reason behind Billy Clintstone's reluctance to give up his Arkansas Governorship, to relocate in Washington, D.C. for his transition, bedding down at the historical Blair House, with a glorious pre-presidential shebang of svelte beltway dinners, all the beltway peeps raptly wined up to meet them.

Bill needed a Charlie chat before the blare, to figure out what happened to Kim Soo, what he could do, where and who. When Clintstone stated they had to stay in Little Rock, to carefully oversee packing bags and books, it was not Billy's first mis-troof, rather it was the first mis-troof both Bill and Hill thought they got away with.

Of course the as yet to be exposed video tapes explain all of Clintstones' mini-treasons, blackmails, bribery, high crimes and missile tech state secret Ms demean hers that every buddy, regardless of pallah tic party, knows inside their bones are Billy Clintstone's true legacy: publicio thong-a-dong corruptus.

The Riady Lippo group owned the Clintstone tapes. They cost the Riadys thousands of dollars to create, and after the missile tech was transferred to China's military that was the end of it. Years before, they'd surreptitiously mastered tapes of Clintstone, jamming Kimmie down her throat, because the tapes were make-able. To outright quote Monica-Man, nay paraphrase, why he, the Clintstone, dude what he did, the Riadys 'did it because they could.'

The Riadys couldn't and wouldn't sell the Clintstone tapes to their good friends, the Cheyenne-easy. The Chinese, unaware of any sex-pre-presidential tapes in the first place, instructed the Riadys, in no uncertain terms, to deliver the missile technology transfer for their military, or else.

Or else what?

The Chinese knew the Riadys were Clintstone supporters. It was well known the Riady group fronted Clintstone's political campaign a fast, illegal million-dollar 'loan' when the self described comeback kid came out of New Hampshire in 2nd place, their 'loan' enabling Clintstone with enough raw campaign ducats to knock off New Hampshire's adopted favorite son, Paul Tsongas, in the Florida primary that was, in 1992, fast coming next.

The Cheyenne-easy told the Riadys to use their influence with Clintstone on behalf of the Chinese military, or jeopardize their own extensive operations in China. That's 'else what.' Between the Riady Lippo group and the Chinese generals, there wasn't any love loss. It was just business.

That costly batch of video tapes, featuring Billy Clintstone, breeches breached, getting a nooner by waitress Shrimp Throat Kim, doing what she did, her best, served their purpose, and that was that, but with more than just, "a painted paradise at the end of it" when Elián Gonzalez practically washed up on the beach in Florida, world wide instantly famous, a truly miraculous survivor.

The Riadys looked at Fidel, who couldn't do anything beyond standing by and watching from across the Straits; the soul of Shrimp Throat Kim cried out for retribution, and boing! The Riadys saw fabled potential in their trip x tapes. An 'eyes-only' screening was arranged for Castro. Fidel bought his copy with cash on the spot, a suitcase full of street corner fifties. Sew Clintstone's buds, James and Mochtar Riady, recouped their countless ducats spent on Shrimp Throat Kim and the missile tech, and then some, selling their black malleable yo-yo Shrimp Throat video to Fidel.

That is why silence from Cuba for so many months after Elián was rescued at sea. After Fidel bought the Clintstone tapes he consulted with his closest advisors on the next move to make, amongst them, Stalinist Russian advisors left intact from the good old days. For success, Castro needed to construct a careful cakewalk across the Straits, with the highest of tidings possible, to Clintstone aide, Bruce Lindsey, and through him, a lasso into Clintstone's Oval Office, thus, Greg Craig, Clintstone's high priced mouth from the impeachment days, who it just sew happens, is capable of conversing with Fidel in impeccable Cubish.

These maneuvers took their own good time to arrange. Fidel, holding the wildest of cards, could not chance blowing his hand. At first our government agencies worked with Elián's Miami-Dade County family, because that is our policy in cases like Elián's, where the custodial dispute is only a going-through-the-motions spread, to protect the remaining family in Cuba.

When Fidel, through hired emissary, Greg Craig, made the case to Clintstone what he, Fidel, had copies of, Clintstone realized, without consulting a soul, he'd better heed Fidel, and commit to what Castro wanted, or a whole lot more than his presidency was going down the tubes. That is exactly when Attorney General Janet Reno had her "phone call," when our immigration agency abruptly altered the normal mitigating course of its Cuban policy, relative to Elián.

That is why Clintstone compromised our democratic way, manipulated the press, and dumpstered Elián's constitutional guarantee. Clintstone needed to keep his true legacy out of the public eye; those hot lap videos of Charlie's climactric waitress, Shrimp Throat Kim, doing her thing. His thing. Why Greg Craig, attorney for Bill and Fidel backed Barky Obama's campaign instead of Hill's.

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