At a time when she should be rehearsing her testimony for the grand jury, or off in a castle dungeon drinking the blood of virgin unicorns to stay alive, the prize-winning Harpy of All Time herself, Shrillary Milhous Peron chose Day 102 of the administration of the man who handed her a serving of @$$ on a platter to slither back into the slimelight .
In a rambling diatribe, she blamed women-haters, Vladimir Putin, and rented bitch James Comey, whose flip-flops and jurisprudential agnosticism confirmed the corruption that befouls everything the Clinton Crime Syndicate has ever touched, including the entire U.S. Department of Justice, for the fact that she, the worst candidate for president in the history of the United States (not only back to the founding, but going forward for any imaginable future), for costing her the election all her cronies and her Magic Mirror swore was hers.
Still grasping for the disasterpiece theater that might have been, she sagely hallucinated "If the election had been on October 27th, I would be your president." Yes, Madam Borgia, and if it had been on September 11th, you'd have been catatonic and MIA for hours.
Imagine being treated to four years of more clips of the Secret Service tossing La President into the armored presidential Waaaahmbulance every week like a sack of potatoes.
And while we're fantasizing, she needs to read up more:
If the election were held today, Trump wouldn't just win, he'd win the popular vote. Bigly.
Exceeding his quota for twice-a-day broken clock rightness of late, Bill Maher from a month ago put the frosting on this cake:
"Hillary, stay in the woods. You had your shot, you fucked it up."
She needs to pack up Fat Bill and the Muppet Daughter, move the clan to a sunny island with no US extradition treaty, and sit in a catatonic Parkinsonian haze while private duty nurses steal her jewelry and Bill blows the family fortune on hookers and cocaine.
Otherwise, the longer she tries to insert her crippled, shriveled ass back into politics after the most epic electoral upset spanking and comeuppance in half a century, the more likely it is the next Democrat version of Tony Soprano is going to have to step in and have her whacked, for the good of the party. Just business, nothing personal.