The monied homos of Hollywood just love Hillary Clinton. And they don’t like it if anyone dares actually question her at a fundraiser. Here’s the North-Korean-style set-up for Clinton’s confab:
When it came time for a Q&A, Clinton called on a girl in the seventh grade, who asked her about breaking through glass ceilings.
The Great Leader will bring us all to enlightenment. Especially the children who need proper guidance and inspiration. Gag. Then some candor:
I am the man who suggested that the senator’s answer to a single question felt – well, sorry – a little bit like a set-up. In retrospect, I was not particularly polite, though I didn’t set out to be rude, and did preface my inquiry with a declaration of hope that she becomes the next president, which I repeated even through the smattering of boos and gasps that were directed my way. (Maybe in Manhattan, the response would have been different.) … People applauded her and glared at me. The young lady in charge of the mike hissed at me, and a couple I knew accused me of being cynical AND naive at the same time. (True, that.) And that ultimately I had been the only one there who had a problem with the thing. (Also, true, sadly.)
Don’t mess with her or her cronies. They’re ruthless.
The Dish 