Debbie Wasserman Schultz – wow. My kind of gal. This morning she told reporters that the people in the room at the convention were cheering her. Everyone only heard boos. Loud resounding boos. It’s amazing she can reinvent that moment. A woman after my own heart. Taking a page out of my book. A real scrapper. If you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying is what I like to say.
I will probably find a spot for her in my cabinet. A woman willing to lie, cheat and steal? Perfect.
Problems with Delta computer system? Can’t remember the last time I flew commercial. That’s for the other people. Just another perk of being me. I have a womanizer, sex addict for a husband that was more excited about the balloons at the convention than his wife’s speech, but I get to fly in private planes… So…
And, they are tiptoeing around me about my email server “outing” a spy. Jesus. Who cares? He’s dead. What difference — at this point, what difference does it make?
There is a dead spy. My server? My emails? Maybe it was a protest or because of guys out for a walk one night that decided they’d go kill. Another person is dead. Doesn’t matter what caused it. Move on. The media doesn’t care about my emails. The FBI didn’t care either. So, someone died. He could have just as easily been hit by lightening.
More later.