Weather: Gloomy.
Gloomy and rainy today, what a great day to work. Brother Mark was up over the weekend, always nice when he shows up, we get a little work done over at Mom’s house. I spent most of the weekend with the grandkids, they are pretty good when I keep them occupied, I just run out of gas way before they do.
Hillary Clinton goes to a gifted-student primary school in New York to talk about the world. After her talk she offers question time.
One little boy puts up his hand. Hillary asks him what his name is. “Kenneth,” he says.
“And what is your question, Kenneth?” she asks.
“I have three questions,” he says.
“First — whatever happened in Benghazi?
“Second — why would you run for president if you are
not capable of handling two e-mail accounts?
“And, third — whatever happened to the missing six
billion dollars while you were Secretary of State?”
Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess.
When they resume Hillary says, “Okay, where were we?
Oh, that’s right, question time.
Who has a question?”
A different boy — little Johnny — puts his hand up.
Hillary points to him and asks him what his name
is.
“Johnny,” he says.
“And what is your question, Johnny?” she asks.
“I have five questions,” he says.
“First — whatever happened in Benghazi?
“Second — why would you run for president if you are
not capable of handling two e-mail accounts?
“Third — whatever happened to the missing six billion
dollars while you were Secretary of State?
“Fourth — why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes
early?
“And, fifth — where’s Kenneth?”
