HRCR Rides The Stump

We Llamas occasionally get some pretty hot n' juicy letters in the Tasty Bits (TM) Mail Sack. Today we opened up one that read thusly:

Dear Parfait, Gentile Llama Kniggits:

Hillary Clinton has had a few rough weeks. "Let's make them rougher" is my motto.

As someone who was forced to inhale feminsim throughout her school girl days like stray dogs were once forced to inhale cigarettes by the tobacco companies of old, it has been more than obvious that Hillary Clinton is neither a strong woman or a feminist. Otherwise, she would have dumped Bill Clinton when the Monica Lewinsky scandal broke.

Instead, Hillary stood by Bill's side. In return, during his next State of the Union speech a few weeks later, he teared up, looked up at the gallery to where
she sat, bit his lip and said "I honor you." Even that whopper beamed out across the world during prime time television did not awaken the sleeping feminist within. Hillary went on to stage manage her husband's scandal and ended up getting him impeached by the House for lying under oath, found guilty in civil case for sexual harassment and barred from ever practing law again in his home state of Arkansas.

So add "not smart" either to Hillary's other numerous inestimable qualiites. So, for me and other women like me (the ones who came of age in the early '80's and went to posh Northeast feminist-driven schools like she did) the question about Hillary Clinton has been, what really drives her?
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The other night in Iowa, we found out what it is. Hillary Clinton gets a sexual thrill from power.

Just listen and watch her eyes (if you can).

Hugs and Kisses,

Ima Pseudonym (Mrs.)

Our correspondent then provides a link to one of She Who Must Not Be Named's gullywashers:

You make the call. The thing that strikes me is this: As passionate as ol' Bubba could be on the stump, you always knew deep down that his main political goal was simply the gratification of Bubba: Nobel Peace Prize for solving the Middle East Crisis, pretty good. Bottle of single malt, box of Cubans and pair of eager bimbos? Well, that'll work, too. SWMNBN, well, she's a different specimen altogether. Much more Robespierrean. Perhaps politics is what it takes to, er, light her fire. But if history is any indication, such an aphrodisiac should induce all right-thinking persons to want to climb trees and pull them up after them.