I entirely forgot all about what I called “her campaign mode”. I mean - as a form of self protection - I wiped it 100% from my memory. I didn’t even realize that still I started to listen to clip. I only remembered that I really didn’t like her voice and her manner at all.
When I hear that voice and she’s making those faces it’s worse than plain old torture. It’s as if I’m undergoing a multitude of tortures happening all at once. I’m wearing a hood and somebody is pushing one of those tower cheese graters across my face, a second torturer is piercing me with a nail gun, a third torturer is brutally smashing my bare feet, a fourth torturer has large dogs that are barking and snarling right near me, horrible audio being pumped out of speakers at ear splitting volume, a fifth torturer is putting salt in my wounds… and that’s only the tip of the ice berg.
It really is incredible that she was the dem candidate. When she’s in campaign mode - who wants to be within 1,000 feet of her? It’s fucking horrible.
Haaahahaaha.
I entirely forgot all about what I called “her campaign mode”. I mean - as a form of self protection - I wiped it 100% from my memory. I didn’t even realize that still I started to listen to clip. I only remembered that I really didn’t like her voice and her manner at all.
When I hear that voice and she’s making those faces it’s worse than plain old torture. It’s as if I’m undergoing a multitude of tortures happening all at once. I’m wearing a hood and somebody is pushing one of those tower cheese graters across my face, a second torturer is piercing me with a nail gun, a third torturer is brutally smashing my bare feet, a fourth torturer has large dogs that are barking and snarling right near me, horrible audio being pumped out of speakers at ear splitting volume, a fifth torturer is putting salt in my wounds… and that’s only the tip of the ice berg.
It really is incredible that she was the dem candidate. When she’s in campaign mode - who wants to be within 1,000 feet of her? It’s fucking horrible.
Anyone who remembers her fondly must have blocked that all out. It doesn’t get a whole lot worse than her “it’s my turn” artitude
looks around at the crowd
reaches into her purse to pull out a second bottle of tobacco sauce
waits, hesitantly, for the crowd’s response