The story began a few day's ago as the Harvard Professor accepted the polling assignment task from the Bill, Hillary and Chelsea Clinton Foundation. This was a secret just like the shadow government emails found by the FBI on the wiped Clinton server.
Why was Donald Trump winning and could Hillary Clinton take him down. Did Carly have any chance at all in beating Donald Trump, so many questions and they were willing to pay for the answers, would Ben Carson fall off the cliff?
At her makeshift desk in her living room she ponderously thought about the 12 questions that could discover the amazing following of Donald Trump. The Harvard Professor was well known inside the DNC Democratic Party and even the White House. She had a way with words, that created the exact questions to get the exact response Hillary Clinton, Joe Biden, Barack Obama and even Jeb Bush wanted. During the presidential campaign season money flowed and she could easily earn a million dollars, one poll at a time. Jeb Bush, Marco Rubio, Hillary Clinton and others had sent their operatives to buy her time and get her help. Cash and Carry were always the terms as even Karl Rove called her last week, needing some schooling about polling the American voters.
Nothing made sense this time around. Donald Trump was winning big and the so-called RNC GOP elite Jeb Bush was stuck in the mud, Hillary Clinton might go to jail, everything upside down that had to be sorted out, what were people thinking?
She knew that people became what they thought about and what they think about drives all their actions. Her polling was so good it was always published in the New York Times, the Boston Globe, the L.A. Times and seemingly every blog in the world. The T.V. hounds at CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC and even FOX News would show her numbers, she was big time.
She was a little cold as the weather turned chilly in upstate Main so her hand was shaking as she looked at the check payment from the Clinton Foundation. This was not her first foundation assignment but this was the first $100,000 check that demanded a quick turnaround time. She wondered what Huma Abedin, Cheryl Mills and Susan Rice really wanted and she also wondered if Barack Obama knew about her secret work. Was Barack in the know about these secret polls? Did Valerie Jarrett, Samantha Summers, Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and the rest of them understand the secret polling being requested to jump start Hillary Clinton?
Nothing made sense this time around. Donald Trump was winning big and the so-called RNC GOP elite Jeb Bush was stuck in the mud, Hillary Clinton might go to jail, everything upside down that had to be sorted out, what were people thinking?
She knew that people became what they thought about and what they think about drives all their actions. Her polling was so good it was always published in the New York Times, the Boston Globe, the L.A. Times and seemingly every blog in the world. The T.V. hounds at CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC and even FOX News would show her numbers, she was big time.
She was a little cold as the weather turned chilly in upstate Main so her hand was shaking as she looked at the check payment from the Clinton Foundation. This was not her first foundation assignment but this was the first $100,000 check that demanded a quick turnaround time. She wondered what Huma Abedin, Cheryl Mills and Susan Rice really wanted and she also wondered if Barack Obama knew about her secret work. Was Barack in the know about these secret polls? Did Valerie Jarrett, Samantha Summers, Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and the rest of them understand the secret polling being requested to jump start Hillary Clinton?
Her eyes rested on her keyboard, it was the place where she would type the 12 questions that could produce another Harvard Presidential Poll that could produce positive results for Hillary Clinton and her den of whatevers. Consulting was a great business for a Harvard Professor and the hotel was full down the road waiting for her results, they only gave her 24 hours. For $100,000 she would work late and perfect the questions that would point the answers and the voters to Hillary Clinton for president. Once the poll results were released the main stream media would push the content, always desperate for news that created a solid narrative for Hillary Clinton.
Donald Trump wanted to make America Great Again so this survey had to produce a better result than the last one. How in the world did a Real Estate Billionaire become the front runner in the Presidential elections? What made millions of American's flock to the real estate, hotel and builder? How could Hillary Clinton defeat the bastard? After the last presidential debate Donald Trump took a dip and Hillary Clinton thought there was some negative magic, even though black magic.
Donald Trump didn't make any comments when the nut job during live T.V. asked Donald about the Muslim president Barack Obama and the detention centers that FEMA operates this very day. Donald Trump, without doing anything, fell through the trap door. Even at CBS, using 60 minutes, they wanted a pound of Trump Ass on a platter but, something wasn't right even when Donald Trump might have acted in error by saying nothing.
Donald Trump didn't make any comments when the nut job during live T.V. asked Donald about the Muslim president Barack Obama and the detention centers that FEMA operates this very day. Donald Trump, without doing anything, fell through the trap door. Even at CBS, using 60 minutes, they wanted a pound of Trump Ass on a platter but, something wasn't right even when Donald Trump might have acted in error by saying nothing.
The Harvard Professor looked up to the skylight over her desk and the dark sky reminded her that it was two fifty in the morning. It was going to be a very long day. Governor Walker had just quit the campaign, she hoped his last check wouldn't bounce, he had been a customer for a long time.
There was no noise in her home except she could hear her white and black cat scratching at her food bowl and wanting some warmth and pets. Rubbing her palms together she placed her fingers on the keyboard and typed the first presidential poll question;
It was truly a million dollar question;
What is Donald Trump afraid of?
As the moon went down the sun came up and the distracting noise from her cat went away a long time ago. She looked across the room and noticed that the fire had gone out a long time age, she hadn't even noticed.
She got up from her chair and looked out the front window and noticed one of the Clinton security guards sitting on her north fence. She wondered if he wanted coffee as she wandered into the kitchen and struck a match to her grandfathers old gas stove that was still clinging to life after forty some years.
She needed a good nap but she had written the 12 polling questions and as if she heard her grandfathers voice whispering in her ear she paused to look at his portrait hanging in the dining room.
He would teach her many things in her early years but his teaching and her learning never stopped. Even now at seventy three years old she still chatted with her grandfather now gone for many years. He would tell her " you don't understand how it was in those days Dorothy" "they told where to sit, where not to stand, where to work and even where to eat" "it was in that state of mind Honey that the black folks like me said enough was enough" "when you have had enough the dribbling stops and the shooting begins" and always to her astonishment he roamed through history with her and proved every point he was making. He told the stories of the run-a-way slaves hiding with the Indians during the trail of tears and the settlements and black only towns in Oklahoma, the place where his grandparents had been born as he would pause and tell me their names.
"Shall we go to the park Dorothy?" and often times he would just walk outside and expected me to follow, which she always did as he continued to teach her.
"Slavery is prehistoric Honey" "Strong men held the weak men down" "Slavery had nothing to do with color, it was about brute force and it became overgrown and spread all over the world, including the Kingdoms inside the Islamic Nations"
"Slavery is like a flytrap, it would grab you and hold you until you grew tired and surrendered" "In time the screams were not heard, the sound of pain disappeared and the slave masters became stronger than before"
"this is why you must learn Dorothy and learn that appearance is a simple shield that people spray on in the morning and wash off at night" "The slaves always rise up and kill their masters" "The slaves rub their hands together and make plans just like the slave masters" The slaves huddle together just like their masters"
The Harvard Professor understood that the Hillary Clinton wardrobe would never get her elected. She was a mistake just like her husband, the impeached Bill Clinton. The American voters had put up with half-truths long enough, illusions about equality and peace on earth by allowing open border and millions of illegal aliens inside America, and the embellishments about ObamaCare, Iran Nuclear deals, Syria, Soviet Russia and down right lies about everything like Lois Lerner IRS, Johanthan Gruber her M.I.T. pal from seminars and a host of others. The American slaves were rubbing their hands together and they were going to kill the masters. The American way of killing was to vote them out or if in a really big hurry impeach the bastards.
She wanted to sleep but she poured two cups of hot coffee and walked outside into the cold air and toward the white skinned guard. It would have been funny to her grandfather that a white guard was guarding and old black Harvard professor to help a White Privileged Hillary Clinton to get elected, at least she hoped he would have found the humor in all the reality of America.
The hot coffee was offered and a feeling of triumph for the both of them as they drank their steaming coffee and watched their breath make fog around them.
She bent down and picked up the cigarette butt he had tossed into her grass during the long night and smiled at him. Even in the half light she could see him smile with a sorry look on his face as a car pulled up to the fence and three men got out.
As an English Teacher at Harvard University her punishment was to listen to the poor choice of words coming from the lead man from the security car.
"Freaking too cold out here!" the security team leader had been hidden all night inside the warm motel down the road had suddenly discovered the cold air. Dorothy was not really listening to him but she was forming a true fascination with his mastery of the English language.
He was also shedding ash from his cigarette that was a constant agitation as he continued to brush ash off his jacket and shoes while he spoke to his guard.
"This ain't ushering Dizzy!"
"What's the doctor doing outside!"
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What is Donald Trump afraid of?
As the moon went down the sun came up and the distracting noise from her cat went away a long time ago. She looked across the room and noticed that the fire had gone out a long time age, she hadn't even noticed.
She got up from her chair and looked out the front window and noticed one of the Clinton security guards sitting on her north fence. She wondered if he wanted coffee as she wandered into the kitchen and struck a match to her grandfathers old gas stove that was still clinging to life after forty some years.
She needed a good nap but she had written the 12 polling questions and as if she heard her grandfathers voice whispering in her ear she paused to look at his portrait hanging in the dining room.
He would teach her many things in her early years but his teaching and her learning never stopped. Even now at seventy three years old she still chatted with her grandfather now gone for many years. He would tell her " you don't understand how it was in those days Dorothy" "they told where to sit, where not to stand, where to work and even where to eat" "it was in that state of mind Honey that the black folks like me said enough was enough" "when you have had enough the dribbling stops and the shooting begins" and always to her astonishment he roamed through history with her and proved every point he was making. He told the stories of the run-a-way slaves hiding with the Indians during the trail of tears and the settlements and black only towns in Oklahoma, the place where his grandparents had been born as he would pause and tell me their names.
"Shall we go to the park Dorothy?" and often times he would just walk outside and expected me to follow, which she always did as he continued to teach her.
"Slavery is prehistoric Honey" "Strong men held the weak men down" "Slavery had nothing to do with color, it was about brute force and it became overgrown and spread all over the world, including the Kingdoms inside the Islamic Nations"
"Slavery is like a flytrap, it would grab you and hold you until you grew tired and surrendered" "In time the screams were not heard, the sound of pain disappeared and the slave masters became stronger than before"
"this is why you must learn Dorothy and learn that appearance is a simple shield that people spray on in the morning and wash off at night" "The slaves always rise up and kill their masters" "The slaves rub their hands together and make plans just like the slave masters" The slaves huddle together just like their masters"
The Harvard Professor understood that the Hillary Clinton wardrobe would never get her elected. She was a mistake just like her husband, the impeached Bill Clinton. The American voters had put up with half-truths long enough, illusions about equality and peace on earth by allowing open border and millions of illegal aliens inside America, and the embellishments about ObamaCare, Iran Nuclear deals, Syria, Soviet Russia and down right lies about everything like Lois Lerner IRS, Johanthan Gruber her M.I.T. pal from seminars and a host of others. The American slaves were rubbing their hands together and they were going to kill the masters. The American way of killing was to vote them out or if in a really big hurry impeach the bastards.
She wanted to sleep but she poured two cups of hot coffee and walked outside into the cold air and toward the white skinned guard. It would have been funny to her grandfather that a white guard was guarding and old black Harvard professor to help a White Privileged Hillary Clinton to get elected, at least she hoped he would have found the humor in all the reality of America.
The hot coffee was offered and a feeling of triumph for the both of them as they drank their steaming coffee and watched their breath make fog around them.
She bent down and picked up the cigarette butt he had tossed into her grass during the long night and smiled at him. Even in the half light she could see him smile with a sorry look on his face as a car pulled up to the fence and three men got out.
As an English Teacher at Harvard University her punishment was to listen to the poor choice of words coming from the lead man from the security car.
"Freaking too cold out here!" the security team leader had been hidden all night inside the warm motel down the road had suddenly discovered the cold air. Dorothy was not really listening to him but she was forming a true fascination with his mastery of the English language.
He was also shedding ash from his cigarette that was a constant agitation as he continued to brush ash off his jacket and shoes while he spoke to his guard.
"This ain't ushering Dizzy!"
"What's the doctor doing outside!"
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