This is Obama's Pentagon

First up, SecNav Ray Mabus.

Accomplishments: Eliminating naval ratings that have been traditional since before 1775.
First naval dependent born onboard a deployed aircraft carrier, by crewmember of same.
Pushing "alternate" transports like the HSV-2:

Ignoring the problems with type-classifying a ship with the abbreviation for a genital disease (which is about what you could expect from an absolutely fabulous service secretary), here's what this "alternative transport" looks like a couple of days after some ragtag ragheads light one up with an anti-ship missile:

Bravo Zulu thinking there, Ray.

Then there's SecDef himself Ash Carter:

Accomplishments:
Smallest Navy since 1916. Army on course for 1938 status, if not 1838 status.
Military morale, readiness, and veteran retention and re-enlistment at all-time lows.
Gays, transgenders, and 56 assorted different genders now (you'll pardon the double entendre) forced down the military's throat - or shoved up somewhere else.
All jobs, including combat arms, opened to women, and all performance standards lowered to accommodate this demand.
Riding the demand for a single-service attack aircraft, the F-35, all the way into the ground, while watching it effortlessly destroy the budgets of the Air Force, Navy, and Marine Corps more effectively than an alpha strike of inbound Russian ICBMs.

Fortunately, this level of leadership comes at a peaceful time for the US, when we're only seeing developments like the Chinese developing a blue water navy, and laying military claim to half the western Pacific, backed by new military bases there:

while the Russians, under Putin's direction, are busy assiduously re-assembling the entire Soviet Empire, first in Georgia

then in Ukraine

and next...? As well as standing toe to toe with us in Syria, and declaring that "WWIII has already begun", while bombing our nominal allies under the guise of bombing ISIS

Fortunately, the rest of the world is entirely peaceful, except for North Korea testing ICBMs and SLBMs now that they have nuclear weapons, the Iranians getting massive cash payoffs without halting their nuclear arms race, the Taliban, Al Qaeda, and ISIS all continuing to thrive as we retreat, putting thousands of lives and millions of dollars over a decade-plus of SWAsia war there to utter and absolute waste, while our ability to do anything about anything, anywhere, anytime, has reached the lowest nadirs of military readiness since the 1930s.

Meanwhile both we and Europe are busily importing jihadis by the gross like there was a shortage of them or something, despite the fact that 99.9998% of them are neither Syrians, nor refugees, but merely financial opportunists seeking to suck the benefits from sucker countries while burning them down and blowing up their inhabitants from within.

None of this is news to anybody but the so-called commander-in chief, who can't seem to link the words "Muslim" and "terrorist" in the same time zone any day in 7 1/2 years.

It's just the way it's been, non-stop, for the last 8 years, and no end in sight.
And historically, that portends poorly for us, based purely on the evidence of history going back 100 years and more.

If this had happened on a Republican president's watch, they would have skipped calls for impeachment, and gone straight to public hangings.
In any one of 150 other countries, there'd have been a military coup by now.

As it is, we're not far short of third-world Trashcanistan levels of function already, in ways beyond counting.

And the police are worse than worthless, as the only time they don't roll up in tanks and start shooting everyone in sight are the very times they most should, while the times they aren't being threatened are the ones they get all tacced up, to the point of asininity

while shredding the last identifiable scraps of the Bill of Rights and the Constitution to molecules, and doing about the same thing to what public support they can still lay claim.

Just saying.
Does any of this look right to anybody?
Beuller? Beuller? Ferris Beuller...?

Do what you like. I'm cleaning out my disposable income, and investing it on a few more things at the Fun Show this weekend.

Because whoever you are, you don't have enough ammo for whatever is coming next.

A Few Words On Caching

(First, a Grammar Nazi note: cache is pronounced "CASH", not "CASHAY".
Models and brands have cachet. Preppers have a cache. If you're making YouTube videos, learn your mother tongue, even when we steal words from other languages, so you won't sound like a dolt.)

Beyond that, a cache is a good idea. You shouldn't depend on all your goodies not getting found, confiscated, or ever needing replacing, and you never know when you'll need to rely on the Bank Of Foresight to make a withdrawal that might very well save your life.

Having noted that a spare or three is a good idea, while you might have just provided yourself the bare essentials, as in the pic above, better still is a cluster of such.

Once you pick your spot, do what surveyors do: make yourself a benchmark:

Except not this obvious.
The above is for a surveyor to put a transit on. If you look around in town, or hike the backcountry, you can - or may have already - find them out in the deepest wilderness.
But unlike surveyors, you don't want yours to stand out quite as obvious. A better one might be a prominent stone, or cairn of smaller ones:

Or perhaps something a bit more subtle:

In any event, think about perhaps doing several of them, perhaps four, at cardinal points, N, S, E, W.
A length of paracord strung between them would give you a center point. Then, instead of doing your one buried cache tube at the center, think about doing a cluster, a given distance from center, and at 4, 6, 8, or even 12 points from that spot. If you wanted to go crazy, you could do concentric rings of those as well.

Why?

Anyone who digs at the center of your markers finds nothing.
And the others are separated as well, and give you the option of not digging everything up if you only need one or two things.
Suppose you put food in one, water and filter items in another, knives and tools in a third, firearm or ammo in another, medical supplies, etc. etc. ad infinitum.
Now, you can make each tube or container smaller, and the loss or compromise of any one is less serious.
You could even send someone to retrieve one item, without letting them know about the entire cluster, for OPSEC. Imagine the possibilities for you or others retrieving weapons, ammo, or other sensitive items that have become either highly prized, or malum prohibitum items under a repressive regime.

Or you could have the ability to re-equip multiple persons from the same cache, at different times or the same one, or do so yourself. Only one person - you - need ever know the full extent of what you've squirreled away.

Again, anything worth caching, is worth caching more than once.
If you do multiple clusters, put the same items in the same positions, so you don't have to wonder which way you did it each place.

If you want to be doubly tricky, offset your center from the actual cairn center. For instance, the cairns mark a point, but the actual hub you chose is twenty yards (or whatever distance/unit) in another direction, and all subsequent directions are from that point.

Your stash should be buried deep enough to escape casual detection or ordinary weathering, but putting some bright nylon rope in an "X" on top of it before burial will assist you in zeroing in on it when you're digging it up.

For the comprehensive and definitive manual on all the considerations, the appropriate
ST 31-205 Special Forces Caching Techniques should already be in your digital library.

Secondly, survival takes many forms.
Having a duplicate copy of your ID, records, cash, etc. somewhere else also counts.
So does having spare/alternate clothes and other items if you're travelling abroad.
Something like that tossed up above a drop ceiling counts, and might mean the difference in getting out of another city or country if things there go bad.

And if your primary residence or frequent work location isn't your intended retreat, something as simple as a few cans of preserved fuel, some cash, and other goodies in a closet storage unit halfway between work and home or home and retreat, or both, could mean the difference between getting to safety, or not.
Depending on what you put in it, you might even consider picking a spot of underbrush in a planter in a mall or restaurant parking lot, next to a parking structure, or something similar to hide a PVC burial pipe inside. You risk losing it if it's found or plowed over, but for sites that aren't likely to be disturbed for decades, it's a thought.

Black Lies Matter

h/t WRSA

From Fred On Everything:

It is a great mystery why the least productive thirteen percent of the country, the most dependent on welfare, the most criminal, should be permitted to steal, burn, rape, and beat those who behave in accordance with civilized standards. To shout “kill Whitey” while buying groceries with an EBT card, to expect to be taken care of, to get welfare and affirmative action while attacking the caretakers, does not suggest a crushing burden of mental acuity.

I disagree with a good bit of what Fred writes. His ex-pat location in our narco-state neighbor due south doesn't help his case, frequently. But in this essay, he distills absolute clarity from amongst the chaos.

Do, please, RTWT.

His prognosis, of either backlash, perpetual conflict, or segregation so strict that it'd make apartheid in S. Africa look downright cheerful is probably right on the money.

Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, unencumbered by Common Core math skills, could do the math on a race war, and preached non-violence. Mainly because 7:1 odds didn't fill them with a lot of hope for the outcome.

Now that mostly non-violence for an entire generation has gotten all the loot it can - in the trillions, to date - from white-guilted folks, the next generation thinks they can steal even more.

They have miscalculated badly, and are, in the words of a Frenchman regarding his nation's Indochina experience, "about to be shat upon, from a great height".

And it couldn't happen to a nicer bunch of thugs and cutthroats, firmly deserving of buckshot enemas, just to drive the point home.

Followed by the real, final, and absolute end of the welfare state, and for all time.

Follow your read of Fred's essay up with a complementary one, by Robert Gore at Straight Line  Logic:

 Handing people the coerced fruits of other people’s labor makes the recipients parties to theft, and it’s all downhill from there. Incentives for self-improvement are destroyed, dependency takes hold, self-respect vanishes, and social pathologies effloresce.

The two dovetail nicely.

Which brings us to where we are, and where we're headed.
Trump is a potential megalomaniac, and a douchebag, but Shrillary would expand the scattered riots into one from coast to coast, and among even more out-groups, a recipe for following the former Yugoslavia's path to national non-existence, and/or a gestapo state in reality everywhere at all times, rather than just the occasional sneering escapade of the current experience.

And the people at the top of the page doing the looting and beating are her voter base.

Choose wisely, and make appropriate plans for all foreseeable outcomes.

"We'll Shoot The Wounded"

Virtually every time any discussion starts about the need to learn medical care, and start planning for both acute and long-term care and management of people with traumatic injuries, some self-appointed Spokesman For the Jackassical Hordes steps right up, both feet firmly in their mouth, head lodged securely in their ass, with the cheerful support of their fellow-idiots, and opines forthrightly,

"We'll just shoot the wounded!"

No, General Fuckstick, you won't, and here, for the last damned time, is why you won't:

1) Clearly you've never been in combat, or likely, ever in the military. Probably not ever been in so much as an intense paintball fight, for that matter. Tale after article after book after interview, going back to the oldest survivors of the oldest wars, notes without apology that men don't fight for countries, ideas, uniforms, flags, or mom and apple pie. That may be why they join, but it isn't why they fight.
Men fight for each other. The guys on their left and right.
And the minute you think you're going to draw down, and shoot them to save your own asses, those same guys will not only end you, they'll cut you up in little pieces and feed your entrails to hogs and ants while you're still alive and watching it happen, because that's how combat buddies roll.
If you think that some major disaster or SHTF catastrophe will undo 10,000 years of human behavior overnight, take along some salt, so the pigs can endure the taste of your worthless guts, because you're going to be a meal for them, as sure as apple trees make apples.

2) The minute you manage to shoot so much as one wounded man, you've put everyone else on notice that you're a greater problem to their ultimate survival than the enemy, and they'll frag your ass, or shoot you in the back of the head, to ensure you don't get a second chance to shoot them. And you've gotta sleep some time, and probably have fewer friends in the tribe than the guy you shot, especially since you shot him.

3) The wounded have weapons too, so unless they're unconscious, and literally disarmed, they'll cheerfully blow your ignorant ass away if you try. So go ahead stud, you and your lazy cowardly ass go take on that fierce little bloody shit with a .45 or a grenade, and tell him it's in his best interest to let you sacrifice him. Let us know how that works out for you. The pigs are putting on their bibs while you think it over.

4) Nobody sacrificed the wounded before. Not in the current festivities, nor at Khe Sanh, the frozen Chosin, nor Bastogne, in the trenches at the Somme, or Antietam's bloody creek, nor Valley Forge, Thermopylae, or likely anytime since Thag and Og took on those Neanderthals over the hill. Despite the obvious lack of much, if any, medical care then, decades to centuries before anesthesia and successful surgery, or prospects of gaining same, exactly like you'll face after TSHTF. So if you claim that's your only option anytime going forward, or because the enemy might eat you if you stop to care for others, you're a cowardly sonofabitch, and everyone who's ever cracked a history book in their lives will know it. That will include the rest of your nominal little tribe. Feel free to illustrate for the class from historical records, the number of cowards who command anyone warlike for more than about the time it takes, once again, to feed them to pigs.

5) People have survived traumatic amputations going back as long as long pointy spears and heavy swords have been used in melee combat. Just because the sight of other people's blood exposes your terminal stupid, and causes a yellow streak to spread a foot wide up your back, isn't sufficient reason to out of hand decide that someone else's wounds are either non-survivable for them, or a threat to the survival of your happy band of imaginary cutthroats. People injured too severely to live will obligingly die, and without any additional help from you, in short order. At that point, and only at that point, you are cleared to go through their pockets, split their gear, and put them in a hole. Jump the gun, and you'll create nothing but insurmountable problems for yourselves going forward, ranging from well-deserved guilt over murder, to the anger of their friends, the fury of their next-of-kin, and the hatred of your and any other group, once any semblance of civilization begins to recongeal, as it inevitably will. If they don't have any pigs handy, they'll probably find a short rope and a tall gibbet for you. And then go looking for some pigs to feed your leftovers to afterwards. No point in wasting a banquet.

6) Something as simple as tetanus, right now, will kill you deader than canned tuna. So, five minutes after there are no more vaccinations, are you going to start capping everyone with a scratch, a blister, or a bite from anything from mosquitoes to grizzly bears??? REALLY??? And if you're not that stupid over that, the only excuse for using it for traumatic injury, or the likely sequellae of same, comes back to you being too afraid, too uneducated, too lazy, too unprepared, or simply a sociopath with a death wish. Tell me again why we need you in the herd when things get sporty. Your medical preparedness, IMHO, - or utter lack thereof - is a predictor of your ultimate value to any society, down to the squad level.

7) You have the time and means right effing NOW to start addressing the deficits of your woefully inadequate medical knowledge, utter lack of appropriate skills, and dearth of supplies. (The absolute lack of humanity or character is something that should have been attended to by your mommy and daddy.) We know that rifles and ammo are sexier to you than bandages and diapers, but laziness and stupidity are curable. If you have one extra rifle, but no serious trauma supplies or training to use them, get "World's Biggest Asshole" tattooed on your forehead, to let the rest of us know you on sight, OK? Because that's what you are if you've made no provision for everything up to and including amputation of limbs in your medical plans, since that's been a risk since before Hammurabi's time to every man worried about the consequences of a fight. And given the cornucopia of modern options, including knowledge of germ theory, access to antibiotics, and the entire internet of medical supplies yours for the cost of mouse clicks and a few moments if only you'd stop excusing your monstrous sociopathy and stupidity by mouthing such idiotic juvenile sophistries as "We'll just shoot the wounded, because we hate them, we're scared, we're too lazy, too stupid, too evil, and we want to be fed to pigs alive", there isn't any other tenable excuse for not preparing for things while you have the time and opportunity, that hasn't already been laid out bare in this essay.

If, after all that, you're still too cowardly, lazy, stupid, and evil to do anything to make reasonable medical preparations, do the entire known universe a favor, and simply STFU, because all you're doing is letting the rest of us create mental lists of whom to select to burn shit barrels, field-test suspect mushrooms, and clear minefields barefoot, come the day, while generally pissing off the adults in the metaphorical room.

Otherwise, man the fuck up, act accordingly, and get your medical preparations (and your ass, once you've pulled your head out of it) into gear.

There's plenty of time to care for the wounded. What there isn't, is time to waste on mollycoddling the douchebags who'd skip that step. Or think they ever could. If you're such a selfish asshole as to think people will care for you out of anything more than your paltry tiny IFAK of medical supplies, ponder the future where they'll all justifiably say, "Sorry dude, all you brought for yourself was band-aids, so once those run out, we have nothing more we'll expend on your care." And maybe, at least out of sheer self-interest, gear up.

Or carry one bullet in the bottom of your IFAK, make it easy on everyone else to the very last, and shoot the only wounded man you're ever justified in shooting. You'll save a lot of suffering, both yours, and everyone else's, I can promise you.You could even save time, and do it right now.

Many await your decision.

Takedown

h/t to Zerohedge.

Shrillary arrives at the debate.

If you're wondering about all that's going on with Shrillary's Healthgate,  here's a tally of her whole 17-year sickapalooza here. (And an earlier compendium here.)

CSVT, Parkinson's, and more, all on display. Like Custer at Little Big Horn, she's taking fire from all directions, and running out of options.

Which, not coincidentally, fully explains everything you've seen from 1999 to now, from the multiple falls, head injuries, blue glasses, goofy medical practice, tests, and responses of everyone from the brute squad of trolls who throw her into the van every time this happens, to the behavior of her family and her senior campaign staff.

Shrillary's not only ugly as a dog, she's as sick as one too.

Watch This Space

As my daily hit count logs attest, my medical-focused posts are a constant thing. The topic keeps cropping up elsewhere, as it will. I was even, a couple years ago, a small part of the effort to get an off-grid medical blog going. (And then my job and PC both crashed, and it took a good bit of time to get things rightside-up again, and others carried on while I faltered.)

Also, I'm selfish, as it provides blog-fodder I don't have to dig too deep to mine, and I'd hate to give it up, but don't want to make my blog only about that. Especially when it takes something like Hillary pretending to be healthy, or 40M Africans and one Kenyan trying to kill us with Ebola to pull my string and make me write repeatedly and predictably.

But I'm coming to the conclusion that it's time to make it a magnum opus effort, and probably not on these pages.

So if I can muster the time, resources, and energy to do so, I may spin off a purely medical-focused blog, and/or see if the old one I was nominally going to be a part of can be successfully resuscitated.

No promises, but...
It seems to be an idea whose time has not only come, but like grandmother's rhubarb crisp, just keeps coming back until it's done. I already get well-paid for my expertise IRL, so this would be purely for love of the exercise.

I'm going to have to ruminate on this, and then science the shit out of it.

>Le sigh.<

Washington mall shootings: Another Presbyterian grandmother

After the media this morning literally shooting explosive diarrhea on themselves in efforts to paint this as the random actions of a certified US naturalized citizen(!), comes word that the arrested suspect is one Dirka Dirka Imawannajihad, formerly from the caliphate of Turkey,

which is only 99.8% Muslim, according to the current CIA World Factbook.

I'm shocked! Shocked, I say...

Perhaps the subject of vetting those "Syrian immigrants" will come up tomorrow night at the debate. If you're a fan of watching the annual Canadian Baby Harp Seal Roundup, this could be good.

Three pointer

Bingo!

(h/t to Mostly Cajun )

Where's Bimbo?

I thought she was "powering through" her case of Magical Disappearing Imaginary Pneumonia.

After the lightest campaign schedule on record, she's dropping events like crazy, and quite possibly going to cancel the first debate.

Curiouser and curiouser, hmmmmmm?

I'm sure she's fine, though.
I mean, it's not like her campaign would lie about her condition or anything, right...?

Oh Dear...

I (foolishly, apparently) thought there might be some respite on this topic, but alas, 'tis not to be.

You may have seen the earlier viral video from Dr. Ted Noel,

where he took Shrillary's video indicators, and laid out a very cogent case for her having unrevealed advanced Parkinson's Disease.
(And if not, feel free to review it.)

Then, after 9/11, his analysis of the event she suffered explains why it wasn't pneumonia-induced dehydration:

(And it dovetails completely with everything I wrote last week.)

Well, Dr. Ted has yesterday given a cursory look at Shrillary's "health report", issued by way of cover-lying (the default mode for all Shrillary press operations, lifetime) after last Sunday's near faceplant at the 9/11 memorial. And shock of shocks, guess who's telling whoppers, and promulgating nonsense, while once again getting caught on the details? Watch it for yourself:

I'm telling you from a medical standpoint, his analysis continues to be reasonable, and highlights the judgement of a doctor with 36 years in practice.

It also highlights a candidate with more than 40 years' experience in lying regularly, continuously, and pathologically.

The wheels are off this wagon.

And if Trump watches Shrillary faceplant at the debates, and has the wit to say "There you go again..."

he'll be crowned Emperor on the spot, by popular acclaim.

Purely For Informational Purposes

"Cor, blimey, mates, ain't this a handy little thing!"

Courtesy of a lovely little historical website detailing the training for the British Home Guard, should the Nazis invade, we pass along a couple of absolute informational gems:

A good way of effecting dislocation and interruption of enemy troops is, if you know that they are temporarily resident in a town or a village, to put up some notices stating that the whole population is to report to any public office at some specific time, as there is to be a distribution of free food, etc. etc. You will soon find that a temporary panic amongst the enemy will ensue as they see the whole town or village converging on one spot. This is an ideal time to do any sabotage that may be required.

Of course, by no means should this be undertaken nowadays, with any sort of similar or updated subterfuge, targeting the Free Shit Army, or their gubmint enablers, on agency letterhead. That would be naughty and baaaaaad. So don't do that.

And always keep this fundamental rule in mind:

The main intent of a guerrilla band is the destruction and hindrance of enemy communications and supplies, and not the capturing of any specific objectives. Therefore the more the enemy is harried the more good the final result will be.

Harried.
An excellent and underutilized piece of vocabulary.

Perhaps it's time to bring it back into fashion.

Be good. Or perhaps, "more good".

And do, by all means, RTWT. Solely for scientific and historical curiosity, of course.

Housekeeping

For the literal thousands who stopped by here, or came back, for the last week's worth of stuff relating to Shrillary and her Magical Disappearing Pneumonia, humble and sincere thanks for dropping by.

Based on the skyrocketing hits count, which usually would've signified mention either on Tam's page, Ace Of Spades, or the like, I must've hit a wee nerve to get such interest. It makes pounding the keyboard worthwhile to get traction once in awhile. At any rate, once again, my thanks for your electronic attentions as I fling my digital poo.

As I momentarily pause from that topic rest assured it's not from lack of interest.
There isn't much left to say of the most recent of frauds perpetrated upon the American public by the lying she-weasel and the pack of varmints working on perpetrating her campaign for the presidency.

But I suspect her next handy "episode" won't be long in coming, and will happily examine it when that happens. All things come to him who waits.

But if anyone ever needed vivid proof of where things here in the
(f)ailing remnants of the republic are likely headed, or that "you don't have enough ammo", I can't think of anything quite as eye-gapingly obvious as the events of the last week.

Clearly, we've once again been cursed with living in interesting times.
Prepare accordingly.

But for the moment, it appears we all get an actual weekend to enjoy, for which respite we give heartfelt thanks.

Hot Tip For Drug-Seeking Posers

Dear @$$hole military veteran wannabees:

If you're going to try and sell yourself as a tragically drug-addicted PTSD-suffering veteran of the Vietnam War, you might want to either
A) CRACK A FRIGGIN' BOOK, or
B) Come up with a better birth certificate.

Specifically, when your date of birth reveals that you would have been aged 15 years when the Vietnam War ended, it's probably not a hot idea to try BSing your sad tale, laced with requests for more pain meds, by piggybacking it onto your tragic story of heroin addiction caused by all that heavy incoming fire and buddies blown away you suffered during your imaginary service there in such exotic places as Gang Bang Wang and Sum Dum Ly.

Especially when your nurse is a military veteran, with a keen lifelong interest in history in general, and military history in particular, and oh yeah, an older brother who spent the summer after high school ducking rockets on the DMZ in '67, and turning his parents' hair prematurely grey, until he returned home with all his original body parts and no extra orifices.

And you should probably ask for the hospital chaplain to visit you, to offer thanks to a merciful God on your behalf that it's both unethical, and against the best practices in the employee handbook, for me to give you the dick-punching you so richly deserve.

Save your Special Agent Orange resume for the other dope addict losers under your bridge. As a very wise person once wrote, "A lie is a poor way to say "hello".

Mirabile Dictu!

STOP THE PRESSES!
CALL THE VATICAN!
IT'S A BONA FIDE MIRACLE!!!

Ordinary people, with a case of pneumonia so ferocious it felled them like a redwood slain by a woodsman's axe, who dropped like a sack of potatoes, who melted like butter on a hot gridle amidst the sweltering furnace of a 77-degree heat on a breezy fall morning in New York, would probably need at least a week's solid rest, rehydration, and antibiotics before beginning to recuperate enough to return to a normal job. Let alone the grueling grind of campaigning for the presidency.

But today, comes the news that Hillary - make that Hillary The Divine - has passed her first miracle, coming one step closer to official canonization in the Roman Catholic Church, in recovering from the fearsome bout of (we really, really, REALLY, absolutely swear this time, trust us!) pneumonia - and NOT anything else whatsoever, you got that buster? - and doing it in only three days!!!!

We're trying to remember the last time someone rose after looking so thoroughly dead, and in just three days, but so far, only one case comes to mind.

And hey, how about that additional evidence?
The doctor - you know, the exact person, her doctor, misidentified frequently as a nurse - who was standing next to her and propping her on the pillar when she nearly face-planted in New York on 9/11 -

has come forward to not just tell us she diagnosed Shrillary with pneumonia on the Friday before, but has conclusively proven she did, by producing the verifying documents that said she did that, and signed and dated by...herself!!! To doubt that kind of verification, you'd have to be a hater. And a racist. And a homophobe. And...and...utterly deplorable!

(Bonus question: If Shrillary is so HEALTHY, WHY is a doctor in constant attendance at her side, everywhere...? Get back to us, we'll wait. Oh, and where are the pictures of Trump's doctor at his side 24/7? He's even older and fatter than Shrillary, so he must need...What's that, you say? There isn't one? HOW CAN THIS BE???)

The last time we saw any proof this self-serving, it was Shrillary telling the FBI she wasn't guilty of any crimes, because she was sure she wasn't guilty of any crimes.
So this medical testimony at least has legal precedent on its side. Our calls to FBI Director Comey for confirmation were forwarded to the Clinton Foundation.
There is an earlier precedent for such self-serving "evidence", but it was just Eric Idle pulling our leg:

Funny how we keep ending up at the same account of the miraculous, one way or the other.
Coincidence, certainly.
At any rate, there's now no reason to doubt any longer the absolute veracity of the original second third story explaining that this was just pneumonia.

And we have the further proof of Hillary's superhuman strength in kicking its ass after a paltry couple of days of Levaquin and hiding out, plotting, and robo-calling like a crack dealer in need of a shipment recuperating at home in Chappaqua, away from those annoying press people and their nosey video cameras. Who else but the divinely chosen future St. Hillary to take a tale of utter incapacity, and spin it into the PR gold of superhuman ability to heal thyself, because VaginaPower! ?

All we have to stand against this mountain of written and verbal self-serving diarrhea, is the measley and weak tea of the video of Shrillary doing her imitation of the Twin Towers at the 9/11 commemoration, as confirmed only by your lying eyes.

So do we really want to put any faith at all in the countless episodes of bizarre Parkinsonian behavior, culminating in the proof provided by video shot by a lone cameraman on a grassy knoll?

While we're up, remember this guy from a few days back? The one outted on social media as following Hillary around with a valium injector?

See if you can guess who has disappeared from her campaign entourage, and ostensibly off the face of the earth, without any explanation whatsoever.

For the record, I'm healthy, sane, very happy, life is wonderful, the brakes on my car work perfectly, I live in a safe neighborhood, I never handle my firearms carelessly, and I'm really looking forward to what the future has in store.

And if Shrillary passes one more miracle after the Incredible Disappearing Magical Pneumonia, she can rightfully be sainted by the Pope. Which is a helluva lot better than a cheesy Nobel Peace Prize.

Usually you have to trade the family cow to get something like Magical Pneumonia. Instead, Shrillary traded away her Magical Pneumonia, and now we're stuck with the cow.