Perhaps she was just confused. Perhaps what she really meant was the Koran. We should ask Huma Abedin about that. Ducking sniper fire in Kosovo and being forced to lie on end over Benghazi takes its toll.
Hillary Clinton announced during aÂ New York TimesÂ interviewÂ that the Holy Bible is the book that made her who she is today.
“If you had to name one book that made you who you are today, what would it be?” askedÂ The New York Times, in a book review questionnaire.
“At the risk of appearing predictable, the Bible was and remains the biggest influence on my thinking,” Clinton said.
That was predictable, all right. Since Benghazi it has been easy to foresee that Shrillary will tell the most preposterous lie that comes into her head.
Then again, maybe she was telling the truth, and by “the Bible” she meantÂ Rules for Radicals.
Ezra Levant did a great piece on Hillary Clinton…
…with the original clips where she claims that a Youtube Video was to blame for the attack on the US embassy in Libya. Its good to see her do that bare faced lie directly again. Obama’s also. He also quotes ISIL’s new rules for women. Think we will hear any cries from feminist groups? Neither do I.
Figuratively slapping her thighs with amusement, and intermittently laughing, Hillary ClintonÂ recounts on an early overlooked tapeÂ howÂ the police lost the DNA evidence on a piece of bloody underwear that would have nailed her client, accused of child rape (the child in question being part of the family with whom the rapist lived), and what’s more, her client managed to pass the polygraph test, thereby ending any faith she, Hillary Clinton, might have had in polygraph tests. She knew he was guilty. And then he got off, though it’s clear she knew he was guilty, with only two months of jail time, the very time he’d already been held.Â Hillary remembers she “had a lot of fun” with Maupin (the prosecutor).Â Â And she even got to attack the credibility of the child in order to get her client off.Â Oh, those were the days, when a good time was had by all!
So listen to the Escape Artist back in Arkansas, when she was younger, but not different, from the Hillary Clinton we know today. Go ahead, and you might even get angrily drunk on the deadly liquor of her laughter. But like that other great Escape Artist, her husband Bill Clinton, you will want to skip the non-existent lacquer of her limbs.