Saturday, 5 March 2016

My own part in the downfall of Hillary Clinton... !


The following is the unedited version of an exposé currently featured in the 19th revised edition of Malleus Maleficus'  [title withheld] *** (see below): If you wish to report intrusiveness, racism or inaccuracies, please email MalleusMaleficus@aol.com  To make a formal complaint under IPSO rules please contact IPSO directly at ipso.co.uk .  


 ....there were perhaps half a dozen of us who met at the entrance of  the General Assembly Hall. The very Eleanor Mills to whom I owe all my first-hand knowledge of the leading internet porn sites, and the former attorney-general of Arkansas  - and suspected sex offender - Bill Clinton, together with presidential contender Hillary and a mutual tendency to lie, fantasise and exaggerate.
            I went with Donald Trump, a man widely  detested as someone who seeks to build a reputation for himself by contriving to demolish the status of others;  the kind of man - it is claimed by numerous liberated women - who is always humiliating others but never shows humility himself.  The disadvantage of “The Donald” being, that while speech is the pivot on which all freedom turns, being honest has a rather rat-like bite to its reputation.
            “I don’t mince words,” Donald said. “Not I”,
She had no thoughts on the subject, Hillary said airily, and would merely confine herself to be a crusader for women’s justice. Someone, she added piously, who believes that survivors of sexual assault have “the right to be heard” and the “right to be believed”, and went on to exhort all survivors of sexual assault: “We’re with you.”
“You must be a comfort to Monica,” I said sunnily - at which she gave me a hard stare.
Trump was dismissive “This is clearly a woman who owns a dildo,” he said, leaning forward confidentially. If she were a man, she'd be polling at 5%.
"Actually she has a drawer full of toys quite unsuitable for small children," Bill clarified, adding matter-of-factly that  it was refreshing to be in the company of a female who did not claim to have had sexual relations with him.
          “My claims are plain,” Hillary barked.“We should be talking  about the continuing struggles that Americans face with racism, with sexism, with discrimination against the LGBT community, with New Americans, with people with disabilities.”

          I choked back tears, the Donald did not.
            “Oh, nuts!” he said. “You are in violation of every natural law known to me - cops are racist, business owners are bad; thugs, drug dealers and crack addict are good! Up is down, wrong is right. Can you just not breathe, waffle or talk. I'm tired of listening to your bullshit, lady! And, for Chrissake,  don't make any more smart-ass remarks about freeloading illegals!”
            “Illegals?” Hillary had views on that too:“I remember babysitting the children for Mexican migrant workers in Chicago when I was eleven, and telling my mother: “You know,they’re just like we are.”
“Did you hear me say different?” said Donald Trump – “...rapists and criminals!” 

This nation was due a female leader, Hillary sulked, liberally branding one half of it as a "basket of deplorables", before cutting loose on a thoroughly "racist, sexist, homophobic, Islamophobic" electorate - "you name it!"
“While my opponent slanders Americans as 'deplorable', I am proud to call them hard-working patriots!" Donald said, stating the obvious.
“Touché”, I added smoothly, at which she had the grace to flinch.
“What Donald Trump has said about our community – about Latinos, about immigrants – is not funny.”  Juan Escalanate, a campaigner who had flown all the way from Florida was not amused. “I here have an anti-Trump petition signed by 322,000 people. “There is a lesson in that.”
“What’s the lesson, prick?” Trump answered, “that’s 322,000 rapists with names and addresses.”
I sniffed the air delicately. My money was on The Donald!
Hillary shifted uncomfortably, it was her call to make. Her technique, of course, is well known: a vivid eyewitness account, unrivalled facts and the killer feature that no one else can match: “I remember landing under sniper fire,” she said. “I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t think; I just knew I had to keep running. And keep down, down. My blue flak jacket with big white litters proclaiming “Secretary of State”  was way too visible in the bleached [Bosnian] landscape.”
“I didn’t hear you,” Trump said. “Did you return fire?”
“I’m the US Secretary of State – I don’t use weapons,” Hillary said in a high, strangled voice.“But I heard the thump and whistle of a mortar, and soldiers were shouting at me: “Get down!”
“Duck!” Donald said.
“A rocket propelled grenade whooshed close enough to lift the hairs off the back of my neck and landed nearby in a sunburst of flame. I hurled myself into another irrigation ditch and crouched amid the tall reeds. Bullets kicked up the soil just above me. The Taliban had us from all sides.”[1]
“I say!” Trump observed.
“It still chills me,” Hillary said, looking like a woman who knows how to lie. She paused for a moment, as if a new thought had suddenly occurred to her.  “And I’ve news for you,” she said. “Islam is not our adversary. Let’s be clear. Muslims are peaceful and tolerant people and have nothing whatsoever to do with terrorism.”
“Allahu Akbar,” the Donald said, the trademark beam back in full force. “9/11, Fort Hood, San Bernardino, Orlando, or Paris, Brussels, Nice, Munich, Normandy - and again New York, New Jersey and Minnesota. Let's be clear, to solve a problem you first have to actually acknowledge it!”
The two public servants then deplored how modern security measures had made their use of a “home brew” email server[2] unsuitable for the modern interlocking network of information exchange – formerly a profitable, unaccountable and open system brimming with potentialities, now compromised by Chinese and Russian intelligence. So what went wrong? Looking furtive, haunted, and extremely uncomfortable, Bill had the troubled manner of a man who has endured one botched potato harvest and is anticipating another. Hillary’s eyes averted. As an obvious candidate for a grand jury subpoena, she had plainly decided to rise above all this.
“Nonsense,” Bill said, opening one bloodshot eye. Never having been above anything, he admitted, occasionally to have done something which might require clemency. "Although," he couldn’t help adding, “we never got our proper share, what we were supposed to get[3], That f****** J**, he kept everything. Money for nothin’ and chicks for free...”   Hillary  looked me over as if inspecting a dirty rag: “How could 62 million people vote for someone they heard bragging about repeated sexual assault?” she fumed. “How could he attack women, immigrants, Muslims, Mexican Americans, prisoners of war and people with disabilities – and as a businessmen be accused of scamming countless small businesses, contractors, students and seniors – and still be elected to the most important and powerful job in the world?”[4] And that’s the problem with her book. If it has a drawback, it's the lack of space Hillary devotes to exploring her own considerable shortcomings.  Besides, if you’re living in a glasshouse, always err on the side of caution. For the one statistic she failed to mention was the amount of money pocketed by the charitable wing of the former first family, The Bill, Hillary & Chelsea Clinton Foundation.[5] "a formidable global empire worth nearly $ 2bn," which, in a letter signed by 64 members of Congress has also been described as a "lawless organisation that has been operating under a cloak of philanthropy for years and should be investigated."



To me, it all sounded rather reminiscent of Bill and Hillary’s claim that by voting them in, the American people would be getting “two for the price of one”. You gotta play for the breaks, it is said, and when you've got one - score! Hats off. The dog always returns to his vomit. And the monetary principle is key to the Clinton dynasty.[6] They may be lying a lot, but not, apparently, to each other. In their glory days the two of them would relax in the Oval Office and review their day's work over goblets of cold-bloodedness, while Bill fondled the earlobes of his mistress. A scene famously repudiated in a TV-testimony to the nation that nearly helped him win an Oscar  - “I did not, repeat, did not have sexual relations with that woman!” I remember that same cunning look. Nor do I know the truth or otherwise of the assertion made by Bill Clinton that at Oxford he smoked dope but never inhaled, but I find myself thinking that if that was the case, it would have been just like having sex with Monica - where by all accounts he never ejaculated.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Bill said when prompted. “It’s still up in the air!”
“There is only one way, then,” the Donald said brightly,  “and that’s down.”
“I categorically deny any sexual activity with whoever claims that I did have,” Bill was adamant. 
“Sometime it pays to be a little wild,” the Donald said, his tongue firmly in his cheek, "I get more pussy than you!"
 “Now, listen here” - Hillary began to bluster: “I have come to terms with the fact that a lot of people – millions and millions of people – decided they just didn’t like me.” She looked at me savagely, stunned by the flood of hatred she’d seen at Trump rallies. “What makes me such a lightning rod for fury?” she sniffed. “I’m really asking. I’m at a loss... I think it’s partly because I’m a woman.” 
And that’s really what happened. The Y chromosome is one of two sex chromosomes in mammals, including humans. The other is the X chromosome. And there is nothing subtle about genetic effects. Change the chromosome only slightly and you will completely alter the ability of the female to slot in with her own gender. For better or for worse, Y chromosomes genetically define men, rather than the female. But in Hillary’s case, something of the woman in question is completely at odds with the communication of chromosomes in the conventional sense. She's a feminist as well as a mutant. And together they form a bond of perfectly desiccated XY-chromosomes: God’s worst nightmare! 








[1] ©Christina Lamb. This is an account of her own experience in  2015. Hillary’s account of running across the tarmac at a Bosnian airport to avoid sniper fire was embarrassingly undermined by television footage showing her in a serene greeting ceremony receiving flowers from an eight-year-old girl.
[2] An FBI investigation into whether Clinton breached national security laws was dropped last month. 
[3] Actually, having left the White House “all but  broke”, the Clintons have accumulated tens of millions of dollars.
[4] Hillary Clinton, What Happened. Simon & Schuster, 2017
[5] The Office of the Attorney General in the charity’s home state of Arkansas has meanwhile launched informal investigations into alleged accounting irregularities.
[6]According to the Washington Post, Clinton took home $ 17.6 million to serve as a consultant and “honorary chancellor” of the for-profit college company Laureate International Universities

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*A civil case still pending  Malleus Maleficus is an advocate of English liberal democracy, and the  anonymous author of an historiographic apology of the British Empire. 


7 comments:

Marjorie Matthis said...

This may be overstating things a little, but brace yourselves, America. Trump is really happening! (...and it's all highly entertaining).

Roger B. Suther said...

I second that, here's a man who will say the unsayable, who keeps his public and private opinions undivided !!

Anonymous said...

What is fatal is that Americans are losing the faculty of speaking English

Justin M. said...
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Michael C. said...

This is a satirical masterpiece. I had my copy some months ago. Malleus is one of a small but growing number of Cassandras predicting the imminent demise of America's identity as a Western nation.And he's certainly earned the right to be taken seriously as a chronicler of organised stupidity. I commend Chapter 7 - The Battle for the Soul of the West. It's perfect, unrepeatable, dangerous.

Curtis H. said...

An extraordinary mix of social satire and reportage by an anonymous master. see my retweets. Absolutely delighted!!

Anonymous said...

A nice mix of amusing hate, Russian propaganda and embarrassingly sycophantic worship of a white supremacist autocratic conman. It would be ok of it was funny but it just tries SO hard without having any humour at all. You can't be funny and truly hateful & dishonest at the same time. It just never works. I know you probably won't publish this but just know, you're not fooling anyone with more than a few brain cells.