Hillary Clinton was guided down the slippery snow and ice covered steps in New Hampshire and then down the sidewalk leading to the ice cold leather seat waiting for her arrival.
Her gut ached as she just found out that Bernie Sanders the radical socialist just kicked her ass all over New Hampshire. Her exhausted body needed some help as her health was compared to an old steam locomotive by her doctor just a few hours ago. Her aged body would do a lot of hissing and only God knew her fate as she pitched forward just a little bit too much getting into the car.
She wanted to shoot her own crew of campaign brains but the weapon of choice Bill Clinton shook his head no and then no again. She was shivering in the back of the car even though it had been warming up for at least ten minutes as she ordered the car to be running and waiting to take her to the airport and then South Carolina.
Bernie Sanders had ripped out the power cord of the Hillary Clinton presidential campaign machine and the terrifying burst of votes being reported across New Hampshire made her sick. Her chest pain was like a steel knife hitting bone so she leaned back into the comfort of the deep leather car seat looking out the frosted windows.
Her anger collided with her fear so Huma Abedin reached for Hillary's gloved hand and held it for a few seconds as the windswept snow covered caravan of Hillary Clinton started to slowly move. The Clinton Foundation and the billions of dollars gathered was the promise that nobody could snatch victory away this time like Barack Obama had done years ago. Her predictable world was turned upside down as the Email Scandal and the FBI Criminal Investigation was growing and being reported across the media. Benghazi would never go away and Bill's sexual adventures made him look like a little tin-pot dictator found in Latin America raping the young girl villagers.
She would raid South Carolina from every angle and she was very pleased it wouldn't be so cold down there in the South. Her thoughts and emotions were bumping together and her frustration was building up to bewilderment. The women have left her standing in the cold and the younger women were following Bernie Sanders, bewilderment. It was because of Bill's sex addiction, she always knew that, he had promised to be careful. He never forgave her for Vince Foster and Webb Hubbell, the father of Chelsea so he kept on taking what he wanted, now the price.
Running a national campaign was like owning and running some crazy ass amusement park as you never knew what would happen. Hillary Clinton was very tired as her car seemed to crawl to the airport on slick and icy roads.
Right before she fell asleep she was thinking that the FBI had discovered all her tricks of concealment, bribes and SAP Top Secret Documents.
Huma Abedin and Cheryl Mills noticed that Hillary Clinton looked like she was laid out on a stretcher, unconscious to the fact that she was going to prison, in spite of everything.
It was weird, the campaign was going to make ice-cream for the crowds when they got to South Carolina, the backward world of Hillary and Bill Clinton.
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