There are also numerous accounts of the evil and vicious way that Hillary Clinton treats people when no one else is looking, how she bullied Vince Foster until he committed suicide, how she bullied the hordes of women abused by her husband and how she treated secret service agents and military personnel, in the most cruel, evil and vicious ways possible. Hillary is an evil woman who believes that she is better than others. Her true character has been revealed ad nauseam.
The public personna of Joan Crawford was of a glamorous movie star who adopted four lucky children and brought them into a life of luxury and joy. We know the opposite is true. The media glorifies Hillary Clinton as a talented, smart woman with the best of intentions. How long can they keep this fictitiousness up? We really know that she is a corrupt, evil woman that holds no regard for other people, and will treat others in the most despicable ways possible in her ravenous hunger for power.
History is replete with people who have had a public persona that was vastly different than who that person really is inside, however never before has a free press been so complicit in the cover up.
Inside of Hillary Clinton lurks an evil so dire and stunning, dark and cunning, so filled with her ego and narcicism, that she is willing to dispatch any person that gets in the way of her objectives.
Hillary Clinton is the wolf at the door, the darkness and danger of the forest beyond and the hordes of savages who will take everything you know and love away from you, just a trek away.
On Blue Oyster Cult's Album, Fire Of Unknown Origin, is a song about Joan Crawford which represents the decay of urban society and the retreat from the values that made America great. Voting for Hillary represents the nail in the coffin of the idea that America is a shining city on a hill.
Listen to the creepily sinister way Blue Oyster Cult says: "Christina, Mother's Home..." at 3:15
Joan Crawford Lyrics:
Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy
They're laughing just like hungry dogs in the street
Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls
Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat
No, no no no, no no no no no no no no,
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Catholic schoolgirls have thrown away their mascara
They chain themselves to the axles of big Mack trucks
The sky is filled with hurt and shivering angels
The fat lady lives! Children, start your trucks!
No, no no no, no no no no no no no no,
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave
(Christina, mother's home!
No, no
Christina
No, no, no, no
Come to Mother
No, no, no, no, no no no no no no
Christina)
