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by Jon Rappoport
October 23, 2016
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Dear Mom,
I’m trying to be
exactly like Hillary. I really am. That’s my job. I hope this message
gets through. The people around me are supposed to be “tight security,” but
they aren't all that attentive.
Some of them don’t
like Hillary and Bill.
Anyway, can you
believe I might become the next President of the United States?
When I was trying to
win those little beauty contests back in Kansas, the most I was hoping for was
a good-looking boyfriend. But you told me I was smart and I could shoot for
something higher. It wasn't until college that I realized I had a mind. And remember,
I was always good at imitations. Well, mom, I've got an imitation going now!
In the house where
I’m staying, Bill came to visit. I think he wanted to grope me, but I told him
I wanted to stick to the script, meaning since he and Hillary have no sex life,
then he and I shouldn't have one, either. Besides, he looks very unhealthy, and
I was afraid he might collapse if we…you get the picture.
I told my handlers I
wanted to read all of Hillary’s speeches, but they told me it wasn't necessary.
They aren't interested in my brain, only my ability to sound and look like
Hillary. They say they’ll “take it from there.” I’m not sure what that means. Time
will tell.
It’s not me at the
debates. From what I hear, they have a whole team of doctors who give Hillary a
protocol of drugs, supplements, and electronic zappers so she can go on stage.
I saw her the other day for a minute. She looked exhausted. She doesn't talk to
me or look at me. She pretends I’m not there. I guess I would, too, if I were
in her shoes. After the 9/11 memorial, outside Chelsea’s apartment, that was
me. Hillary had collapsed getting into the van, and they kept her in the
medical suite next to Chelsea’s. I went outside on the sidewalk with no
security around me, to show I was fine and didn't need help standing and
walking. They told me to say, “It’s a beautiful day in New York,” and I did. It
came out well, I thought.
So far, I’m being
used in transition moments. Getting in and out of vehicles, appearing for
moments in hallways and on planes. That sort of thing. I rarely speak. But I
think my role is going to expand after the election. We’ll see. I’m ready. I
want to be President of the United States. Even if I don’t fully understand
policy, I know enough to make a plausible impression. Bill says I’m terrific.
I’ve rehearsed
sentences like, “Sometimes, war is inevitable in order to win the peace,” “We
must welcome all those who need a safe place to live within our borders,” “The
national debt is not a pressing concern,” “This great nation must unite as
one,” “I stand with working people,” “I reject the values of Wall Street,” “The
whole world needs one political and economic system,” “America is kind and
good.” I have to deliver these lines with a big smile.
I don’t know whether
you can come to the White House after I become President, but I’m going to give
it my best shot. I’d love it if you stayed in the Lincoln bedroom with Jimmy,
or whoever your boyfriend is these days. I’ll make sure you get some nice clothes.
I think you should put your hair back to brown. The white-blonde doesn’t look
good.
Yesterday, I was
arguing with the make-up and designer people about the truss and the harness
around my middle and behind. They’re supposed to make me look more like
Hillary. They’re heavy. I don’t like to walk with them. As usual, I lost the
argument. I said, “Make them lighter.” They said they’d try. Remember when I
was broke and I brought in some contraband across the border? That truss worked
better. You know what, mom? I think video of me at the border that time was
what alerted some of the Clinton people. They saw how much I looked like
Hillary.
The other day, I had
a little problem. They brought in George Soros. I was supposed to meet him and
see if I could fool him. But after we started talking, I sort of lost it. There
was just something about him. He was dark. Our old pastor in Wichita used to
talk about that quality. Remember? Anyway, I just blurted out that he looked
like a frog in a swamp. He got very angry. People came into the room and led me
out. They told me if I ever did anything like that again, they’d hurt me. I was
scared. But they need me. That’s my ace in the hole.
Last night, I
overheard a few of the people around here talking. I don’t know who they were.
Folks come and go. This group was talking about Haiti and the Clinton
Foundation. They said they were trying to cover up where all the aid money
really went. I was standing in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I
was trying to figure out whether my nose really matched Hillary’s. There’s a
little difference under my nose where it meets my upper lip. I pretended I
didn’t hear them. They seemed nervous. See, I want to know about all these
things, so if I have to respond in public, I’ll say the right thing. But my
role is very defined at the moment. I’m trying to convince my bosses I can take
on the serious stuff. I’m smart enough.
After the election,
I think they’re going to need me more often. I really do. If they alternate
Hillary and me enough times, people will get used to the fact that we don’t
look exactly the same. People are easy to fool. A reporter will think I don’t
look the same as Hillary did yesterday, but he’ll think I do look just like
Hillary two days ago, because two days ago it was me. Do you get it, mom? I can
do it. I’m chomping at the bit.
http://kharasach.com/embed/xzFglNq0Thc
I’ve got some ideas
of my own, too. For instance, why can’t I decide that Americans should get the
first pick of good jobs, instead of immigrants? That’s pretty simple. And if I
come out and say it in public, how can Hillary take it back? I know it could be
dangerous, but I want to have an influence. I’m not just a dumb woman who
happens to look a whole lot like Hillary. You kept telling me I was smart. I
want to live up to your faith in me. I really do.
In a little while,
they’re going to fit me for new shoes. My feet are too small, so they’ll insert
pads in bigger shoes. I like that. I have a corn on my left pinky toe, and the
pad gives me a soft place to rub against.
I’ve been thinking
about terrorism lately. If we can’t screen people coming into the country from
Syria, because we don’t know who they are, why should we just let them in? It
doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand why Hillary and Trump are arguing about
that. The answer seems so obvious. After the election, if the moment comes up,
I might mention it to a reporter. I don’t want to feel like a doll. The other
night, I got hold of a Bernie Sanders speech where he said 60,000 factories
have closed down in America. The factories went overseas. That’s another one.
All those lost jobs. Why can’t we tax the companies that left America, when
they send their products back here for sale? That would help convince them to
bring their factories back here where they belong. Wouldn’t it? Then the
companies could hire back all the American workers they fired.
I’m seeing things
more clearly now. It helps to be near the top, where the decisions are made.
That’s when it gets serious. Remember when you were telling me about my nephew,
Jeff, who can’t understand all the new education in his class? The Common Core?
It sounded horrible, like they were trying to confuse him. Well, why can’t we
get rid of that Common Core? It would be easy. I’d love to tell reporters a
thing or two about it.
I wouldn’t scream
and swear at people close to me, like Hillary does. I’d be nice to them. If
they really want to help America, like they say they do, then maybe they have a
few good ideas. I’d listen to them. I like working with other people. When I
had the secretary job at WKZV, I would suggest stories to my boss. He liked a
few, and he put them on the air. I felt like I was making a contribution.
Look at me now, mom.
I’m right there next to Hillary. I’m in with big people. I could help.
Have you heard of a
group called Public Citizen? I’ve been reading some of their reports when I’m
alone in my room. I’m supposed to be listening to Hillary tapes all day, but
I’m getting them played to me when I’m asleep at night, so I decided to ease off.
Anyway, one of the Public Citizen reports says that a trade deal called NAFTA
allowed the US to ship cheap corn to Mexico. It put 1.5 million Mexican corn
farmers out of business. I suddenly thought that could explain why some of
those Mexicans come up here through the border. Why can’t we get out of NAFTA
or change it? Hillary would never do that. But maybe I could say something
about it, in public.
See, I think I may
have to take over from Hillary. She’s not in good shape. If she’s too sick to
stay on as President, I’ll be next in line. I need to be prepared to say the
right thing. At first, it would be a shock. I’d be saying things that are out
of character for Hillary, but then people would get used to it, especially
since it’s helping the country. For instance, there is already a term limit for
Presidents. Why can’t we do the same for people in Congress? Obamacare isn’t
working. The premiums keep getting higher, and Americans can’t choose their own
doctors. We need a better plan. I think I should bring up these subjects in my
press conferences. Another thing—this business about a “global economic
system.” I don’t understand all the details, but why should we try to solve
everyone else’s problems when we have so many of our own? Doesn’t it make more
sense to focus on America? And if our democracy is so great, why do we have to
use force to convince other countries to adopt it?
I’d better go now,
mom, before they find out I’m in touch with you. Keep an eye on Hillary,
because sometimes it’ll be me. Fix yourself up, cut back on the wine, and take
your vitamins. Behave yourself. I really want you to see the White House and
stay here, at least one night. If we’re lucky, I’ll be sitting in the Oval
Office. Then we really won’t be in Kansas anymore.
Love,
Dorothy
Jon Rappoport
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REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE
MATRIX, and POWER
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3rd 'Hillary' (tm)
Double rolled out for NC rally?
Hillary has a 2nd body double - kharasach.com
http://kharasach.com/watch/xzFglNq0Thc/hillary-has-a-2nd-body-double.html
Hillary Clinton had
a multiple day absence after the 9/11 memorial collapse. She rested in her
place in NY. Many people suspect a body double was used, and I suspect because
so many people suspected she was a double she was let go. Now we see a
different Clinton on stage at her rally in Greensboro NC. She has hazel eyes,
not blue anymore in a pretty clear indication among others that it's a third
person.
She uses green
screen in her videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yP_p1c4kM70
Still using a body
double Sept 18- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYq3iWSGmDo
#stillnothill Sept
19- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNRlaXga-UA
In #stillnothill
video hand prints are compared in the most concrete evidence that Double-1 and
Secretary Clinton are different people.
Find the photos and
youtube videos I used here: https://steemit.com/politics/@aggroed/hillary-clinton-saga-evidence-for-a-3rd-body-double-used-at-the-greensboro-nc-rally