Who do want as President, a tough proven hard ass who will stare down Vlad the Imputin or a bloated thin-skinned sissy-manboy who sucks up to and admires bullies like Putin. Hillary, or Hellary if you choose, is a short low center-of-gravity no-nonsense woman who won't be knocked over.
Ok, she can be a stingy with the truth... when it's personal....but damn she'll drown you without compassion in a bathtub of hard truths, hard facts and hard-headed realistic policy proposals.
With a built-in bullshit detector honed to a laser point by a lifetime of living with Bill, Hillary will chew you up, spit you out and grind your sorry deplorable prevaricating ass into a cosmic wedgie. Whatever that is. And yes, she has strategically decided to stay "married" to The Bill. You can bet that one of her first actions as President on the proverbial DAY ONE will involve a special Presidential Proclamation with a huge scrollygirly-font banner-head that reads: D.I.V.O.R.C.E. She knows she owes that special "Day One" action to all her sisters who voted for her. And to her granddaughter and Chelsea.
Deceitful Donald cares not a tinker's dam for The Truth. He creates his own truths, or as Hillary said in the first debate he "lives in his own reality." Which although a clever line, was wasted on his supporters who thought it was a compliment. (Of course most of his supporters do not watch things like debates, preferring a good re-run of Duck Dynasty or Neck'ed an Abraded."
Hillary has been criticized all her public life (as are many women) for her looks, dress, hairstyle. The headband. The bangs. The pantsuits. The frown. The smile. The laugh. Her legs. Does she react like an insecure self-obsessed teenager? No. she moves on, self assured and confident that decent people will accept her and judge her on what she does and has accomplished for the public good.
Compare & contrast that to Donald, master of the Art of The Fear, a seventy-year old man obsessed with his fluffy bleached combed-forward-back & over hair extensions, overweight and pendulous yet fat-shaming women who don't meet his standards of beauty ... "no fat pigs, dogs, slobs or disgusting animals." And of course not pregnant. (Trigger Warning: Imagine climbing in bed with a naked Trump.) Trump has the Temperament and self-assurance of an eighth grade mean girl.
Enough of Trump. We're here with Hillary. Don't trust her? I bet Putin, Kim Jong-un and that crazy Filipino President Rodrigo Duterte don't trust her either. After the mild, gentlemanly erudite Obama, America seems to be pining for a "strongman" President who can scare the crap out of dictators, despots and terrorists with a no-nonsense dose of hardcore reality...this is the way it is fellows. Now boys, let's sit down and work it out. Or else. Hillary: strongwoman. Mild-mannered she is not. How could she be after fighting, scratching, clawing and outmaneuvering her way to the top, busting thru glass ceilings like a Die Hard Bruce Willis crashing thru a skyscraper window. Her father didn't stake her millions of bucks to start a business. She used her brains, not daddy's money, to begin her long slog to the top.
All candidates hyperbolically declare that they are "fighters" and that they will fight for you. Hillary is fond of saying that too, with this difference: she's been in one cage fight after another, winning some, losing some. But she never declines a challenge to climb back in the next cage to administer a beatdown on her opponent. The woman can fight and will fight good fights as President.
Oh, and unlike Donald, Hillary doesn't mind being called "Hillary." She doesn't demand Senator or Madam Secretary. Donald requires everyone, even his son-in-law, to nonsobriquet him as Mr. Trump. Hillary won't be called Hillary next January 20. From then on we'll just call her Madam President.
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