It's over. The end. You can have the cat.
Below is a goodbye letter I C&Ped from a wesite. It pretty much sums up what the voters are feeling about Hillary.
"Dear Hillary,
Itâs too bad you didnât have time to talk last night, or the night before. I was miffed when Huma first texted to say you were unavailable, whatever that means. When she did it again last night, I was furious.
Canât you call me yourself and explain whatâs going on? And if you canât, what kind of relationship is this?
I hardly slept but realized itâs probably better we didnât get together or talk. We would have just shouted at each other.
Anyway, the last couple of days crystallized some things in my mind that need to be said.
Let me start with the obvious: Things between us arenât good. Theyâve always been a little rocky, but now theyâre so bad that I donât see how we can fix it, so Iâve made my decision.
Itâs over between us. We have no future together and we need to admit it so we can get on with our lives and find somebody else.
This isnât easy, and the idea of breaking up with you is scary and makes me miserable. I had big hopes for us and fantasized about the great things we would do together.
The world would be our oyster! Weâd make history!
Be honest â that all seems like a stupid pipe dream now. Weâve known each other for almost 25 years and weâve changed so much that itâs impossible to recapture the magic.
Remember that dopey Fleetwood Mac song we liked, âDonât stop thinking about tomorrow?â That was a long time ago, and tomorrow is here. Itâs not what I thought it would be and probably not what you expected, either.
Whatever the reason, itâs obvious weâre not a good fit anymore.
The biggest problem for me is that I donât really trust you. I tried and gave you every benefit of the doubt, but realize now I was only fooling myself. Or maybe you were fooling me. All I know is that you always seem to be hiding something.
I never get the feeling youâre being 100 percent straight, and that makes me crazy. All the whispering to Huma and all those phony stories you tell about yourself and your family. You just make it up as you go along, donât you?
Sometimes I look at you and donât know who you are anymore. Hell, Iâm not even sure you know who you are.
The arguments are the worst because theyâre always the same. I make some innocuous complaint about something you said, and you instantly blame me or the weather or the computer guy. You screw up and itâs somebody elseâs fault.
Speaking of the computer, what are you always deleting? Itâs like youâre paranoid and locked in a zone â delete, delete, delete.
But you never apologize, and no matter how many times you promise to stop, you canât.
Not to be cruel, but your little joke with the âresetâ button is old and tired. It was funny at first, but now I just want to smash that piece of junk every time you reach for it. You keep pushing it and laughing instead of dealing with our problems. Itâs not funny, itâs not honest and we canât go on this way.
Starting today, now, we need to go our separate ways. Thereâs nothing you can say that will get me to change my mind, so please donât call. Just leave me alone.
You can have the cat. Frankly, I always thought she liked Huma better than you or me. That should have told us something.
Youâll be fine. Youâre smart, and with your Wall Street connections, youâll make tons of money. Youâll probably end up at Goldman Sachs and wonât have to pretend youâre poor. Who knows, being free of me, you might even discover what you really want out of life.
No hard feelings, I hope.
Goodbye, Hillary.
America"
Below is a goodbye letter I C&Ped from a wesite. It pretty much sums up what the voters are feeling about Hillary.
"Dear Hillary,
Itâs too bad you didnât have time to talk last night, or the night before. I was miffed when Huma first texted to say you were unavailable, whatever that means. When she did it again last night, I was furious.
Canât you call me yourself and explain whatâs going on? And if you canât, what kind of relationship is this?
I hardly slept but realized itâs probably better we didnât get together or talk. We would have just shouted at each other.
Anyway, the last couple of days crystallized some things in my mind that need to be said.
Let me start with the obvious: Things between us arenât good. Theyâve always been a little rocky, but now theyâre so bad that I donât see how we can fix it, so Iâve made my decision.
Itâs over between us. We have no future together and we need to admit it so we can get on with our lives and find somebody else.
This isnât easy, and the idea of breaking up with you is scary and makes me miserable. I had big hopes for us and fantasized about the great things we would do together.
The world would be our oyster! Weâd make history!
Be honest â that all seems like a stupid pipe dream now. Weâve known each other for almost 25 years and weâve changed so much that itâs impossible to recapture the magic.
Remember that dopey Fleetwood Mac song we liked, âDonât stop thinking about tomorrow?â That was a long time ago, and tomorrow is here. Itâs not what I thought it would be and probably not what you expected, either.
Whatever the reason, itâs obvious weâre not a good fit anymore.
The biggest problem for me is that I donât really trust you. I tried and gave you every benefit of the doubt, but realize now I was only fooling myself. Or maybe you were fooling me. All I know is that you always seem to be hiding something.
I never get the feeling youâre being 100 percent straight, and that makes me crazy. All the whispering to Huma and all those phony stories you tell about yourself and your family. You just make it up as you go along, donât you?
Sometimes I look at you and donât know who you are anymore. Hell, Iâm not even sure you know who you are.
The arguments are the worst because theyâre always the same. I make some innocuous complaint about something you said, and you instantly blame me or the weather or the computer guy. You screw up and itâs somebody elseâs fault.
Speaking of the computer, what are you always deleting? Itâs like youâre paranoid and locked in a zone â delete, delete, delete.
But you never apologize, and no matter how many times you promise to stop, you canât.
Not to be cruel, but your little joke with the âresetâ button is old and tired. It was funny at first, but now I just want to smash that piece of junk every time you reach for it. You keep pushing it and laughing instead of dealing with our problems. Itâs not funny, itâs not honest and we canât go on this way.
Starting today, now, we need to go our separate ways. Thereâs nothing you can say that will get me to change my mind, so please donât call. Just leave me alone.
You can have the cat. Frankly, I always thought she liked Huma better than you or me. That should have told us something.
Youâll be fine. Youâre smart, and with your Wall Street connections, youâll make tons of money. Youâll probably end up at Goldman Sachs and wonât have to pretend youâre poor. Who knows, being free of me, you might even discover what you really want out of life.
No hard feelings, I hope.
Goodbye, Hillary.
America"