Right Wing Conspiracy vs . The Crazy Cat Lady

Right Wing political activity extends beyond the Republican Party.
What you find out there is pretty rough in-fighting, testing legal bounds.

If you have been following along, you've met Socks the Cat.
Title: Hillary Left Me For Dead.
One tight, brutal piece -- meow a clef, if you will -- published at University College London with student ID "Harvey the Rabbit."

This is not American.
Mahar, Stewart and Colbert are pussies compared to Harvey.
Brit humor reads like their tabloids. No holds barred.

Worldwide it got 20,000 reprint pubs, 6,800 full text copies.

So, when search engine links disappeared, easy to guess Mrs. Clinton's people did it.
Oops....
Mark Penn's crew.
Oops...

Turns out the mass erasures came from the Far Right.
Link to one copy was left. www.imao.com, a wingnut site.
Other rightie sites are set to detect appearance of the text.
Plus, COPA/COPPA misuse and a bogus copyright claim for the IMAO copy.

Hillary Clinton is seeking the democratic nomination.
The piece is dishonestly blocked at search engines.
But Hillary is not to blame.

Search engine links are blocked for political purposes.
Search engine links are blocked for political purposes.
Search engine links are blocked for political purposes.
Search engine links are blocked for political purposes.
Search engine links are blocked for political purposes.

Please grok the above.
20,000+ pages are blocked for political purposes.

You gotta know the Far Right is saving up for Clinton.
These SOBs are misogynistic, more than not.
Their Perfect Woman is standardized Stepford Wife.
Deferrential, dumb, D-cup, and not demanding in any way.

So no way they want a stronger Democratic Party rival to use this piece to help him knock Hillary off early.

The Crazy Cat Lady -- sorry, but it works.
For critical young male voters, it works.

For the South Carolina gal who asked "How do you beat the bitch ?" -- it works.

Its not fair.
Its not accurate.
Its not respectful in any way.
For the rural parts of America, it'll fit right in.

---- Laughs, maybe. The search engine blocks are what matter. ----

After years of silence, former First Cat Socks is appearing before the media with horror stories.

He tells what it was like to live with the Clintons, including his harrowing escape from death after his owners left the White House.

Currently living in hiding with former Bill Clinton secretary Bettie Currie, Socks - now 12 - gave an interview to UCL's London Times.

"America must know the truth about how Hillary tried to kill me."  
"At first I really liked Hillary," Socks said. "she was cold, calculating, and utterly indifferent to the feelings of others. She was like a soulmate to me.

But then she changed.

Every time she was angry at Bill, she took it out on me. I've taken to wearing my fur long just so that I can lick it over the scars."

Some speculate that acquiring a cat was just a political move on Hillary's part to soften her shrewish image.

Socks concurs. "When the cameras were on, it was all cream & tuna, plenty of scratching behind the ears, nuzzling, cooing... she'd fuss over me like I was a Chinese campaign donor.

"But behind closed doors, nothing but screaming and spray bottles. And they weren't always filled with water, either.

"I used to think that 'piss & vinegar' was just a figure of speech. Now I know better."

Socks assumed that once his tenure as a "personality prop" ended with the Bush inauguration, he'd be set for life.

"Sure, I was abused a lot, but I figured that it was just the stress of having such a high public profile. Once we were out of the White House, I thought she'd have to lay off me.

Maybe start beating on that professional puddle-maker, Buddy."

His prediction was frighteningly wrong.

"About a week after we left," said Socks, chain-smoking and looking around the room nervously, "I found out that Buddy had an 'accident'.

"'Ran into the road' they said.

"My arse! Buddy was deathly afraid of ANY loud noise. Piddled himself during every thunderstorm.

"Never seen him get within a hundred feet of traffic without sprinkling the lawn in terror. He HAD to have been pushed."

"As for me, yeah, well, I was a little nervous after that." His anxiety turned out to be justified.

"About 2 weeks after that, Hillary put me in the car. Said we were going to the park to 'chase some chipmunks'. Sounded like fun.

"Until I saw the sign that said Fort Marcy Park. I just KNEW at that point she was going to 'Foster' me."

"As soon as she opened the car door," said Socks, voice cracking as he recollected the trauma, "I gave her four sharp ones across the nose and
just started running.

"I never looked back. I heard a couple gunshots and my tail felt like it was on fire. She winged me a good one.

"So much blood.

"Broke the 12th and 13th caudal vertebrae, but it wasn't life-threatening. She searched around for a while, but she must've seen the blood & figured I was dead."

"I hid in the park for a couple days," continued Socks, "then made my way to Bettie's house. I always liked her.

"Seemed like she always had a couple ounces of some primo green leafy on her. I heard she grew the stuff in her back yard. Never had a better catnip connection.

"Anyway, she took me in and we've been together ever since."

Some believe that Socks brought the trouble on himself, but he denies the rumors.

"Yeah, I may have crapped in her shoes once, but that was just payback
for the time when she found me playing with a pair of Monica's panties and tasered me."

"As for the 'pillow-peeing incidents'," Socks concluded, "that was absolutely Bill. He'd wet-head the Hill in her sleep every time she wouldn't give him some head and then blame it on me."

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