Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Hillary's Day at the Fortune Teller

After Bill had spent several days campaigning for her and lost his temper many times costing her votes and finally escaping from her overly controlling campaign manager for the evening, Hillary sneaked off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute.

In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.

'There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year just after you lose the election.' Then the soothsayer looked up and locked eyes with Hillary, who was visibly shaken at this news.


Hillary stared back at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her shaking hands.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.

She simply had to know.

She looked back, deep into the fortune tellers gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her the big question:


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