Shattered: Inside Hillary Clinton’s Doomed Campaign is the first of what will likely be several books to come on how Hillary Clinton tanked a supremely winnable election. To save you time, she’s an unlikable shrew who blames the shit out of everybody but herself and her attempts to pretend otherwise to the public largely failed. To the point that an aluminum siding salesman with a toupee beat her on election night, ruining what would’ve been an amazing fireworks show over the Hudson. And that’s coming from New York Times reporters, not Fox News.
Among the many headline moments from Clinton’s march to defeat was the time she had to “breakup” with her long time aide and confidant, Huma Abedin. Huma was the gatekeeper for anybody to reach Clinton. She’d been with Clinton since the Lewinsky days as her trusted assistant and occasionally asexual lesbian lover and poda-masseuse. The two had worked together to groom Huma’s handpicked husband, Anthony Weiner, into the next Bill Clinton. If it weren’t for that randy dick, they might’ve been successful.
After Comey’s October surprise about finding more Clinton email evidence by way of Anthony Weiner’s sexting with a teen investigation, Clinton made the hard decision to sideline Abedin from the campaign.
“At one point Huma was sobbing that if she cost Hillary the election, she couldn’t live with herself. It was excruciating.”
If you can picture that moment, it’s super excruciating. But not for the morality play, more so the anorexic Clinton aide shrieking in the corner. Imagine that was a common sight at Clinton campaign offices.
According to the book, Clinton campaign staffers were largely never listened to, including the many who had urged Clinton to cut bait with the Abedin/Weiner connection far earlier in the campaign. They pin Clinton’s downfall on her loyalty to a fault. Though I think they mean to the very small number of people in her inner circle, as opposed to the entire rest of the world she routinely lied to and fucked over to get ahead.
There’s some nobility in keeping tight with your homies. Especially chicks fucked over by their sexually miscreant husbands. Lightly relatable. This is like Hernandez and Pouncy, except those two never fingered each other in a tent in Morocco. At least, less likely.
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