Although she's more likely to howl with rage while flashing her claws and incisors than blubber that someone said naughty about her spouse.
Here's hoping the Dems after eight years of revolutionary "truth" are too out of touch to self regulate and the big Muskette gets to the general where she can be bagged stuffed and mounted in all her glassy eyed fierceness. Maybe in an apron with a tray of piping hot cookies in one hand...
More at the link.
http://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2015/01/hopeless-hillary.php
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