Kelly OConnell Show: Rapist Bill

A white summer began on May 18th. Incredible hail fell. The entire city was covered in a frosty coat, every bit 1 inches. Lohman was awash in a tidal wave of ice topped hail, flowing wildly, bobbing down the street like water borne styrofoam balls. And speaking of impudent cojones...

Trump is now laying bare his ultimate Clinton Kryptonite rhetoric. Bill is a rapist! The important implications, with a deadly trajectory for Hillary and campaign implies she was enabler, defender and apologist. Ergo, world’s greatest female icon since Joan of Arc can’t make it on her own now. Further, in the past helped arranged-marriage husband camouflage a career of sex predation to sleep with power.

In the meantime, Trump is assembling a new, nice persona. By merely resurrecting outrageous claims of Sexual assaults long ago buried by the complacent media, Trump comes across as pro-female. Further, by plowing down into this rich furrow of typically democrat female sex abuse victims Clinton tried to clumsily bag, Trump is doing a real service for all the women. They were never taken seriously when they tried to speak truth to power. So who’s the real feminist?

Ultimately, as Trump rises in the polls as a semi-reformed bad boy, and Swillery dropping by the week, scandals go viral. Her fight against Private Sanders is a screaming hissy fit, between two entitled middle aged matrons. Hildabeast can barely wheeze through an entire campaign speech without stopping for a coughing fit. Sounds like a bovine with TB.

When Trump and Hillary finally debate, the fine wheels of justice will flatten her like a rodent under a garbage truck tire. Imagine Hillary on the final day of the general elections as an exhausted pinochio, tangled up in strings, shouted out like a psychotic trucker, as horse a Harvey Fierstein, and having to give a DOA concession speech. Now wouldn’t that be sweet, sportsfans?!!