But she [with irony dying, just dying. . . on her every breath] quoted Jefferson, thus -- below.
“. . . .[S]urrounded by enemies and spies catching and perverting every word that falls from my lips or flows from my pen, and inventing where facts fail them.”
Thomas Jefferson’s reflections on Washington, D.C. in a letter to his daughter Martha.
Some things never change, dad!
Me? I'm not a huge Jefferson fan -- but since she thinks he "gets her" -- and her pops, I'll offer his retort, as mine, above.
As irony would have it -- she's actually. . . more right than she knows. Jefferson would agree: some things never change. His quote at above right is precisely what is wrong with her feckless persona, and her father's. . . and that's before we get to the crimes against humanity -- of the both of them.
Yes -- every damn day, she wears a costume -- but we all KNOW it is a simple. . . dress up game, for her. And Jared, of course. Onward, into the blinding blizzard here, this afternoon, on All Hallows' Eve.
नमस्ते
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