Hillary Rodham, now Hillary Rodham Clinton, or just Hillary was mostly considered harmless, boring, solemn and remote as a little girl as the insider smiles looking at this new Hillary Clinton. The interview of a playground buddy.
The people that have known Hillary Rodham Clinton for most of her life realize that Hillary is just another novelty and a little bit strange. "Hillary always had something to say even in our backyard" she said "but always pretended that she didn't need anything."
Playground Buddy
Hillary had that large sweaty face with those shining eyes when we played outside but that Hillary died a long time ago. Hillary has always been suspicious of Bill and his girlfriends but Hillary had her turn playing around. Many people know that Chelsea Clinton is not the child of Bill Clinton but nobody really cares anymore.
Looking at the old photographs of Hillary Clinton on her Facebook page her buddy remembers the playground and her pal Hillary Rodham. Hillary was always jabbing and swiping at other people to build her own self esteem. She always wanted to win the game and had a keen focus on the score. She was normally agitated by the blacks around the neighborhood and loved the Dixie that flew over the Hogan's yard down the street.
She was taught the colored difference so there was a lot of mutual interests in talking about Negroes and the N-word was always in fashion. Yes, she's changed the outside but those tilted thoughts are buried inside her. She has always used Nig..rs to her advantage because that's what our mothers taught us.
Hillary lives in some kind of trapped energy state where she craves power but she is always arguing with those invisible enemies that live insider her. She is mostly gay and has been known to wander the streets, drunk, which confused her friends and family.
Most people don't realize that queers live in their own silent world except for a couple of close friends. It's another world for them so they are mostly connected to the real world by a very thin line of friends. She would frown and stare straight at me and tell me to F.ck off and nevertheless we would laugh together.
Bill and Hillary had everything but it was nothing in the end. Hillary wanted the power Bill had and Bill really didn't want Hillary after she had her affair and gave birth to Chelsea outside of the marriage. Every night is very dark for the Clinton's and they have this peculiar need for piles of secrets and cash. When you cheat people you have a lot of secrets and instinctively protect each other. Hillary thought a touch of irresistible dishonesty always helped so she was never really close to the truth. She even got caught lying during the Nixon Watergate scandals, right out of law school.
Hillary can hear her own footsteps now, it makes her kind of crazy at her age but she has been condemned by that hunger that lives inside her, still pretending she doesn't need anything. She livers powerfully now and she has that feeling of intelligence and elite dignity that she doesn't deserve. You can always half believe Hillary Clinton.
She has done a lot of ugly things to the victims of her husbands sexual assaults and that's the only reason she's trying to stifle her history. She's playing the minority and woman game but most smarter woman realize that no American woman would ever put up with the pervert Bill Clinton. Hillary impeached him a long time ago when the doors was closed at home.
Yes, she has a cold breath as she sits on the veranda waiting to be president of the United States. There is something floating inside her, I think it's evil.
Hillary has a half real life with nothing really relevant to me any more as I'm slightly alien to her now and I now call Nigeria my home. She used to put me down when we got older and her small comments really add up as she plays her childish game for power.
Hillary Rodham Clinton is kind of a waste of time and money now even though her squabbling is bitter tasting at times.
She's not going to beat Donald Trump at anything.
She's always played rough on the playground, out of thrill or fear you'll never know but always with panic and uncertainty without tenderness.
After supper one night Hillary turned to me;
"I want to ask you something"
It was like she was suspended from invisible strings like a puppet.
"Just ask me I said"
She peeled back her panties and moved my hand to touch her...
We continued this way until our thirst was quenched as my mind felt drugged and in the murky light her sweet aching had stopped as her body was still again.
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