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If we are counting precious national treasure and “America’s daughter” Chelsea Clinton as a politician, why, she just can’t make herself care about money at all, you know? Just not a thing to her. She would have been just as happy with a $300 wedding in a trailer park’s common room, in a borrowed dress, as she was with that $3 million extravaganza and her two – count ’em two – Vera Wang couture gowns. She just went along to go along, you know? Money is so unimportant. And if you think differently, you just aren’t as elevated and spiritual as the jaw-droppingly amazing, self-effacing, humble, lovable-in-every-way Ms. Clinton.
I will never forgive her for that Clintonesque clintonoid clintonese clintonian concatenation of Clintonisms:
1. “I’ve tried to care about money, but I just can’t.” [munching on shrimp]
2. “Yes, my wedding was paid for by all those measly charitable donations to Haiti relief to the Clinton Foundation.” [clearing shrimp from her teeth with her little finger]
Documented facts. Documented, yet shoveled underground, by the media that is complicitly aware of them.
Oh . . . the media’s therefore someone else I’ll never forgive, then. Let me write that down.
1. “I’ve tried to care about money, but I just can’t.” [munching on Pacific White Shrimp flown in that morning via private jet from Kaua’i, served on toast points with generous portions of beluga caviar, flown in that morning via an entirely different private jet from the Caspian Sea, because agitating about climate change is more than sufficient for People Who Are Above It All; actually reducing carbon emissions is for all of those money-obsessed little crybabies who whine every time their electricity bill triples, and who stubbornly refuse to spend five or ten thousand measly dollars extra on electric cars, the greedy, selfish, short-sighted, deplorable little peons (smiles winningly – the adorable little scamp!)]