|Satan's gotten rooked on his deal with her, and I'm pretty sure |
she's giving protection money to the vultures too.
Don't get the wrong idea. We wouldn't wish a death from cancer on anyone, not even Ruth Vader Ginsburg.
But we heartily wish she'd see the futility in trying to cling to the post until she keels over in her pudding one morning, and take retirement, to enjoy her few remaining years giving libtarded lectures to future cat ladies at such reliable lunitariums as Barnhard, Wellesley, and Smith colleges. We still have two female progtard fruitcakes (but I repeat myself) for her to hand the torch to on the court, and after all, how can anyone ever miss her if she won't leave?
Not for nothing is there never a mirror in the room with her; rumor has it she casts no reflection in one.