Dear Hillary Clinton,
You're like a stubborn email server that refuses to stay deleted.
Allow me to be direct...
Go the fck away!
You lost. We get it. But you don't.
You were supposed to be inevitable.
The pantsuit-wearing heir to the throne, the woman who took every establishment favor and still couldn’t close the deal.
“What Happened?” you asked in that memoir nobody asked for.
Sweetheart, we all know what happened.
YOU GOT SMOKED! 🤣
We chose the guy with no filter over the woman who couldn’t say anything without sounding like a focus-grouped robot.
Instead of going away you decided to circle the drain of irrelevance.
Podcasts no one listens to, documentaries that feel like hostage videos, and those awkward cameos where you pop up to remind everyone why we are glad you’re not in charge.
Benghazi, the emails, the Clinton Foundation’s greatest hits of “pay-to-play”...it’s all still there, a greatest-hits album nobody wants on repeat.
You lost to Trump.
Then you lost the narrative.
Then you lost the will to just…disappear gracefully.
The country moved on.
Even your own party quietly wishes you’d stop popping out of the attic like a political poltergeist every election cycle to warn us about threats to democracy while conveniently forgetting you called half the country deplorables.
The sheer audacity of lecturing us on norms after decades of bending them is almost admirable. Almost.
We just wish you would go away.
Pack up the reset button, the deleted server, and that cackle that could curdle milk.
Take the private jets you so love, the book deals, the speaking fees from places that probably shouldn’t have been paying you, and go.
Tend to the grandkids.
Write more memoirs nobody will read.
Just stop.
The American people rendered their verdict years ago, and they said: not you.
You lost. Loudly. Publicly. Repeatedly.
The polite thing to do now is accept it.
Retire. Fade. And go the fck away.
Thank you✌🏻
In freedom,
Mr. Star-Spangled MAGA