I have to indict you Hillary

The drip, drip, drip. The exquisite technological version of a death by a thousand slices; this is more serious than paper cuts. Why, oh why, did you hide your personal server in an old bathroom closet?  National security hidden in an old closet?!

This is the hardest confession I've ever had to make. You can feel my pain, Bill. I remember your confessions about Monica, Paula, Gennifer, Juanita and Kathleen. So, like you, I admit to making a mistake and a weak attempt to correct it.

 

 I can still hear those words. I just got to respect myself.  You too, Hillary and Bill.