Sunday, August 14, 2016
BITS AND PIECES 10
this past week sean hannity finally put the medical degree he earned at pius X preparatory seminary high school (before dropping out of two colleges) to full use by engaging in a comprehensive medical investigation aimed at showing why hillary clinton is unfit to serve as president.
while pointing out 'evidence' in snippets from several different videos he was using to back up his claims (some provided by such reliably unbiased sources such as the drudge report) he proceeded to brow-beat his panel of experts with exclamations of 'see? see what i mean? that looks like a seizure to me!', trying to extract some degree of agreement from them, which wasn't overly hard to do since they're being paid to be there. none of them had any direct knowledge of clinton's medical history and one even said directly that it was difficult to say anything definitive just by watching a few brief segments of video (HERESY!!!) but sean would have none of that because, according to his 'expert eye', my god! 'what else could it be???' during one show, one of his members of the fox 'a-list medical team' claimed he'd reached out to her doctor for her medical records but had gotten no reply (really? color me surprised) while the other, a urologist (?) said that some of her actions "spoke a million words" and appeared to raise some questions.
now, since this has all been somewhat of a rehash, my main question of the day is, that since he's decided to hang his shingle, should he have a patient that displays symptoms of 'I'm-totally-serious-I-mean-what-I-say-no-I'm being-sarcastic-kinda-sorta-but-not-really' syndrome, what exactly would he propose as a course of treatment? to my 'expert eye' i'd recommend reading a history book (maybe even two) before bed and taking a tablespoon of shut-the-fuck-up every morning along with two tablets of think-before-you-speak before every public engagement. however, knowing this particular patient, who knows more than anyone else on the planet, he'd crumple up that prescription and, with his tiny little hands, throw it off his well-appointed plane. and all of this without ever asking him to drop his pants and bend over (ewww, just the thought...). it's quite obvious i already know where his head is and, unfortunately, i don't think there's a cure for that as yet. and since it's well known he has a problem with paying his bills....cash only. no checks. pay my nurse on the way out.
next!
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