Remember the outrage expressed by the left when Steve Scalise was mowed down during a softball practice? Yea me neither. Margaret Lewis Batting yes, that’s right. No big deal though, like this. That could have killed them quickly. But no panic like this. This is all we have heard today. Sorry, but we don’t believe it! This is a STUNT! Wouldn’t be surprised. These are rich people with CCTV and guards! What are the odds happening now? MIDTERMS! And a reason to blame the Wine If I’m drunk it’s my sister’s fault shirt and Trump! Rosenberg is Hillary Clinton’s real Maiden last name a Communist traitor to Zionist Soros and Kissinger. Get 9 12 reinvestigated now! Sounds like DNC is mad at them. Causing them to lose more voters. RNC wants to see them prosecuted for all their corruption & locked up!
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I strongly condemn it too is not appropriate, but what of it all these were planned work to make it look like it’s coming from President Trump camp, this is politics and don’t underestimate Clinton and Obama they can do anything to gain sympathies from people mostly now they are fading away. Actually, I doubt seriously they are a danger to anyone. It is someone’s idea of showing that bunch of miserable a-holes what most people think of their words and actions. Does it make it right? No, but it’s a reaction. Great “class” remark from a great lady. Wonder where the remarks are from Democrats on the Wine If I’m drunk it’s my sister’s fault shirt from our Republican leaders and their spouses. Oh, I forgot. They must follow Eric Holder who just told us to “kick them” when they are down. Sad
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In my life, I have watched John Kennedy talk on television about missiles in Cuba. I saw Lyndon Johnson look Richard Russell squarely in the eye and say, “And we shall overcome.” I saw Richard Nixon resign and Gerald Ford tell the Congress that our long national nightmare was over. I saw Jimmy Carter talk about malaise and Ronald Reagan talk about a shining city on a hill. I saw George H.W. Bush deliver the eulogy for the Soviet bloc, and Bill Clinton comfort the survivors of Timothy McVeigh’s madness in Oklahoma City. I saw George W. Bush struggle to make sense of it all on September 11, 2001, and I saw Barack Obama sing “Amazing Grace” in the wounded sanctuary of Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina. These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, god knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless. And comes now this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House. The scion of a multigenerational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. Watch him again, behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn’t he a funny man? Isn’t what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now.