Willie Sutton famously said he robbed banks “because that’s where the money is.” But he clearly had a compulsion.
In his book “No One Left To Lie To,” Christopher Hitchens deconstructed Bill Clinton’s compulsion to lie. If he were alive today, my friend would have a field day with Bill’s wife.
Lying is breathing for the Clintons. Secrecy is favored above all. When the truth would do, they lie – seemingly only to see if they can get away with it.
When there are potentially serious consequences, they lie. When there is nothing at stake, they lie. Jon Lovitz should sue them for stealing his Tommy Flanagan character.
The lies about the secret server and threats to national security or the pay-for-play years at the State Department are somewhat understandable – there are serious consequences should the truth ever come out. When your future plans, and prison, are potentially on the line, BleachBit-ing your server when its contents are under subpoena is a gamble a lot of people would take.
And it paid off for Hillary. Just like all the other lies have paid off for the Clintons.
When you’ve been getting away with it your whole life, why wouldn’t you keep doing it?
What has changed is not the frequency of the lying but the purpose. Pleading ignorance to a friendly FBI on what you can and can not remember is one thing; claiming to be “overheated” on a cool summer morning is something else.
When Hillary Clinton passed out, then needed to be propped up like a broom against a wall by her staff and security detail, her campaign first denied anything had happened. Then, the campaign said she was merely overheated and would be fine.
Were it not for a civilian filming her carcass being dragged and slung into her van, the first story might have stuck and the second almost certainly would have.
After hours of liberal journalists rushing to recount their own brushes with “overheating” and anchors (particularly MSNBC) beclowning themselves about her “long sleeves” and blistering temperatures in New York on Sunday morning (it was breezy in the high 70s with low humidity, for the record), the campaign paraded Hillary out of her daughter’s building to wave and hug a young girl. All was well.
But it wasn’t all well because it wasn’t at all true.
Later in the day, the Clinton campaign forced its journalist allies to scrap all their hard work yet again when it announced she had pneumonia. They lined up to declare her “brave” for “powering through” to continue to campaign.
So was Hillary dehydrated, sick, tired or simply too hot? Yes and no. And maybe.
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Whether it’s a lie matters less than the fact that only true believers buy any of it. No rational person hears three different explanations, all asserted as the truth at the time, and thinks they’re finally being leveled with.
That’s how the Clintons are; they lie like they breathe – as a reflex. It’s like a muscle they must exercise to prevent atrophy, and they’re running out of “heavy lifts” to lie about, so they lie about anything.
What responsible adult would seek refuge at her daughter’s apartment with two young children while stricken with pneumonia that caused you to pass out only minutes earlier? It’s not an accident Hillary is about as believable as a candidate as Jared from Subway is as a babysitter.
All politicians lie; we know this. But they’re usually lies of overpromising. The Clintons, particularly Hillary, lie because it’s how they’ve gotten into power, how they’ve maintained it, how they’ve gotten rich. It’s not second nature; it is her nature. It’s a compulsion. That’s how to explain so much effort being expended to cover what we’re told was really nothing. If the truth is so innocuous, you don’t work so hard to shield it.
"If we have no idea what our institutions are doing we have no hope of reforming them." Julian Assange *** "Maybe God is trying to tell us something important- that now is not the time for a “nice Christian guy” or a “gentleman” or a typical Republican powder puff. Maybe now is the time for a natural born killer, a ruthless fighter, a warrior. Because right about now we need a miracle, or America is finished. Maybe the rules of gentleman don’t apply here. Maybe a gentleman and “all-around nice Christian” would lead us to slaughter." Wayne Allyn Root
The year 2016 is one of the worst and stupidest years in American history, but at least frail, sickly, and old Hillary’s recent collapse helped restore America’s faith in the power of love. The moment Bill heard that she was sick he rushed to his woman’s bedside. And then, as soon as he was finished, he picked up the phone and called Chelsea’s apartment to see how Hillary was doing.
Where was Bill in all this anyway? Even if some media hack had suffered an unexpected bout of Sudden Onset Curiosity and asked, who cares what Team Hillary’s answer would be? It’s all lies, all the time, anyway. And the most insulting part to our collective intelligence is that they are not even competent lies. Take it from a trial lawyer: you can’t fabricate quality fibs on an assembly line. They need to be carefully crafted, polished, and honed to a razor’s edge, blending deception with just the right proportion of truth to make them strong like steel. But Hillary is not even trying anymore.
She was a tad overheated on a pleasant day. Wait, there’s video? Strike that. She was, uh, just feeling woozy so she decided to visit her grandkids over at Chelsea Spaulding Clinton’s pad, the one paid for with all that hard work journalist-ing. Oh wait, now she has pneumonia. I mean, has had pneumonia for a while and yet she still powered through to bring home the bacon, fry it over a pan, and never, ever let you forget she’s not a man.
Despite being swimming with pathogens, Hillary still managed to essentially ride a bear across a meadow and you deplorable basket-dwellers refused to acknowledge her awesome virility. It’s because she’s a woman, isn’t it?
WHY WILL YOU NOT CONCEDE HER GREAT STRENGTH AND POWER!
But wait, when this human petri dish cavorted with a child in the least-spontaneous “spontaneous” photo op in the history of photo ops – “Agent Smith, there’s a kid running out toward Cankles One, but she’s so gosh darn adorable that I’m going to just chill, over” – didn’t that imagery reinforce that Hillary was not sick?
Can’t these hacks even get their bogus narratives straight?
Yet why should they bother? Why should Task Force Pantsuit expend any effort at all trying to construct convincing prevarications when the mainstream media is going to smile and nod at whatever they say? Without resistance, you aren’t going to get any stronger, and Clinton’s lies have just gotten weaker and weaker. For her, lying to the mainstream media is like weightlifting by pumping Styrofoam.
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You know, the Hillary Body Double theory is pretty hilarious, but admit it – who would actually be surprised if it turns out she has a body double? Secretly, even the liberals are thinking to themselves, “You know, I can totally see that.”
Hillary was a terrible senator, a terrible Secretary of State, and now she’s a terrible candidate, surfing from sinecure to sinecure on a tsunami of lies. But she’s gotten a free pass on her duplicity for so long that she’s not even trying to pass the straight face test anymore. Her loyal minions are so slobberingly committed to her that they don’t even demand that she provide them enough plausible deniability to preserve their few remaining shreds of dignity.
The mainstream media loves Hillary so deeply and without reservation that she can say literally anything to a gaggle of adoring reporters and absolutely know that they will not only not challenge her, but that her media transcriptionists will swing into action to actively defend her lies should anyone break ranks and dare to point out that the would-be empress has no clothes. No wonder whenever Monica Lewinsky watches CNN, she thinks, “Been there, done that.”
"If we have no idea what our institutions are doing we have no hope of reforming them." Julian Assange *** "Maybe God is trying to tell us something important- that now is not the time for a “nice Christian guy” or a “gentleman” or a typical Republican powder puff. Maybe now is the time for a natural born killer, a ruthless fighter, a warrior. Because right about now we need a miracle, or America is finished. Maybe the rules of gentleman don’t apply here. Maybe a gentleman and “all-around nice Christian” would lead us to slaughter." Wayne Allyn Root