Clintons. The masters of spin and polls. Who can say what kind to theatrics we will soon have to endure. They have a destiny. A destiny to rule the beast with an iron hand. This is an instinct stronger than sex to them. They will not fail in the end. But only when it is time.
And what prey tell are the sounds that you would hear from the walls of their seclusion? "How do we get rid of him! HOW DO WE GET RID OF HIM!"