Hillary Runs From Benghazi – But Can She Hide?

BOLTON: CLINTON SUFFERING FROM ‘DIPLOMATIC ILLNESS’

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“I didn’t do it, you can’t prove it, I wasn’t even there!”

Bill and Hillary Clinton are legendary for their capacity to escape crises. Like the proverbial cockroach that crawls away from a nuclear explosion, Bill and Hill possess an uncanny ability to slither out of responsibility and the normally resultant consequences that is unequaled in modern politics. To paraphrase SNL’s Darrell Hammond (as Bill Clinton): They are bullet-proof.

Bubba had more documented affairs and dalliances than any president in history. Yet? He emerged from the ashes like a phoenix and today sits atop the Democratic totem pole as its number one rock star.

And Hillary? Remember the Rose Law Firm billing records that Hill insisted she had never seen? After nearly two years of searches and subpoenas, the Clinton White House finally announced that it had “unexpectedly” discovered copies (the originals were never found) – in the White House. With Hillary’s fingerprints on them. Oops. Yet? Hillary is the hands-down favorite to win the 2016 Democratic nomination – which brings us to Benghazigate.

While Hillary continues to feign a lack of interest in 2016, isn’t it curious that she has taken extraordinary measures to avoid testifying before Congress on the State Department’s role in the terrorist attack that killed Ambassador Chris Stevens and three other brave Americans?

Hillary was “unavailable” to appear before the committee investigating Benghazi in November because her schedule was just too jam-packed. That “urgent” trip to Australia, you know. “Hey, no problem!”, said the committee, “We’ll just reschedule your testimony for sometime in December – see ya then!”

Not so fast. As luck would have it, Hillary allegedly fell and allegedly hit her head – suffering an alleged concussion – and therefore was “forced” to once again send along her “condolences” to Congress that she would be unable to testify. A “sick note.” Don’t you just love the Clintons?

In the meantime, an “independent” panel yesterday issued issued a report ostensibly blaming the State Department for its failure to provide adequate security to the U.S. diplomatic mission in Benghazi – yet if failed to find “reasonable cause” to discipline (or even name) one person in the Department. What a shock. Excerpt:

“Systemic failures and leadership and management deficiencies at senior levels within two bureaus that was inadequate for Benghazi and grossly inadequate to deal with the attack that took place.”

The report did affirm that there were no protests of an anti-Islamic video before the attack, contrary to what Hillary, O and Susan Rice steadfastly insisted had occurred – from appearances on Sunday talk shows to shameless apologies on Pakistani TV to O’s disingenuous address to the U.N. General Assembly.

Former Ambassador to the U.N. John Bolton implied Hillary is exaggerating her illness so that she doesn’t have to testify before Congress as well. Speaking with Fox News Host Greta Van Susteren Monday, Bolton suggested that Hillary’s sudden illness was suspicious at best:

“You know, every foreign service officer in every foreign ministry in the world knows the phrase I am about to use. When you don’t want to go to a meeting or conference, or an event, you have a ‘diplomatic illness.’ And this is a diplomatic illness to beat the band.”

So once again, did Hillary run? Of course. But can she hide? Not according to Bolton:

“I think she will have to testify at some point. And I think there is an obligation here, especially if Secretary Clinton decides to run for president, to indicate what happened. She may not be testifying this week, but she will not escape it forever. 

I think she was waiting for the report so she could find out what it said and then fashion her testimony accordingly. There is nothing more embarrassing than to say something and then have it contradicted and have to change your story later. 

Now she has a chance to read the report and write her testimony at her leisure, and I think that is not transparent either.”

Poor Hillary. First, the cocky little community organizer from Chicago steals a nomination that was “rightfully” hers. And now, she’s trying like hell to avoid losing one more shot – this time, of her own doing. But hey – she’s a Clinton. What would Bubba do?

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23 replies

  1. Orange lipstick is so ugly… and old women gravitate to it.

  2. Say she showed up. How would it go? Maybe like this:

    Congressman: Madam Secretary , what do you know about Benghazi?
    Clinton: First Congressman, don’t call me madam, I worked hard to become a Senator and Secretary of State!
    Congressman: Er…sorry Secretary Clinton. What do you know about Benghazi?
    Clinton: He was a wonderful actor. He looked so much like my old friend Vinny.
    Congressman: What?
    Clinton: Yes, Ben Gazzara looked so much like Vinny and was such a good actor.
    Congressman: No more questions Sec. Clinton. Thank you for coming to our hearing. Hearing ajourned.

    Rat, you find some of the most gosh awful pictures! Put this one on a poster and place above the entrance to our embassies and no one would dare enter.

  3. I see the end of the Mayan calendar is at around 5 am tomorrow and the Cosmic Dawn begins. In case the End of the Worlders are right, saying goodbye now, been fun. Really not to worry, Hillary, BO, and all will be watching in the Situation Room, ready for quick action in the matter.

    • Whew – that makes me feel better. Although – the Mayans failed to take leap year into account, unit, so we still have some time left to play.

      • Oh good…time left to play. Well whenever it happens…Chicago Jesus can snap his fingers and “Voilà!”…executive order creates New World Order…won’t take him six days and golf on the seventh. Just snap then golf all the days and well… a few vacations. Difficult to add :) here, but I will, just having fun with time left to play.

  4. Tomorrow is Friday, the usual day to let loose with the news of the week, I’m like Elizabeth Warren…Momma told me I descended from Chief Pontiac and Henry Hudson of Hudson Bay fame. She didn’t notice ours was Hutsons. Surely a typo error. But here’s the kin that matters…:
    Email from old Air Force vet, even older than Unit folks…:

    A Christmas Poem

    The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
    I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
    My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
    My daughter beside me, angelic in rest
    Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
    transforming the yard to a winter delight.

    The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
    Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve
    My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
    Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep,
    In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
    So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

    The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
    But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
    Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,

    Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
    My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
    And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

    Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
    A lone figure stood his face weary and tight.
    A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
    Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
    Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
    Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

    “What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
    “Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
    Put down your pack; brush the snow from your sleeve,
    You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”

    For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
    Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
    To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light.
    Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,
    I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.”

    “It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
    That separates you from the darkest of times.

    No one had to ask or beg or implore,
    I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before.
    My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December.”
    Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas Gram always remembers.”

    “My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘ Nam ‘,
    And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

    I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
    But my wife sends me pictures; he’s sure got her smile.”

    Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
    The red, white, and blue… an American flag.

    “I can live through the cold and the being alone,
    Away from my family, my house and my home

    I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
    I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
    I can carry the weight of killing another,
    Or lay down my life for my sister or brother,
    Who stand at the front against any and all
    To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”

    “So go back inside,” he said, “Harbor no fright,
    Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”

    “But isn’t there something I can do, at the least?
    Give you money,” I asked, “Or prepare you a feast?
    It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
    for being away from your wife and your son.”

    Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
    “Just tell us you love us, and never forget
    To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
    To stand your own watch, no matter how long
    For when we come home, either standing or dead,
    To know you remember we fought and we bled
    Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
    that we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

  5. Democrats have the media behind them and the media knows when to be loud and when to make a story disappear too. They’re not all that smart, except to say they are media darlings.

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