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Current Events => Politics => Topic started by: DumbAss Tanker on November 17, 2015, 03:53:17 PM
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It's called a 'Tell' in gambling when someone has a characteristic behavioral quirk that gives away whether they're really strong or just bluffing. The same is true in interrogation and investigative or judicial questioning of course, though the language describing that tends to be a bit more high-flown and professional-sounding.
It's also true in politics, the common joke being simply that the politician's lips are moving (Certainly the case with Bill Clinton).
I've noticed a particular tell of Hillary's, which is her insane cackle. It hardly ever happens when she is asked a question that she wants to answer, or the answer to which will reflect well on her or her record. When she gets a toughie, the kind where a truthful answer will NOT help her at all and likely do damage, you'll notice the following sequence:
Her head tilts back;
Her eyelids raise;
Her pupils remain looking at the questioner;
Her jaw drops open like an anaconda about to devour a capybara;
Insane cackle commences;
Deflecting remark that has almost nothing to do with the question asked comes out of her mouth;
Insane cackle apparently affects brain cells of interviewer and breaks concentration so line of questioning is not pursued.
I have to say, that last part seems to work pretty well. I have seen that blood-curdling, pain-inducing cackle again and again, there is practically never a reiteration of the question or a pressing follow-up question. Bitch skates.
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(http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff68/kayaktn/DUmmies/hillary_zpsjqrxs6gq.jpg)
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Yes (Shudder).
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She has cackles to match her cankles.
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I'm pretty sure that cackle contains primitive a form of infrasound, not unlike the infrasound found in the roar of a tiger.
It causes mindless adulation in DUmmies, and acceptance of non-answers in media centric settings.
It may have been a learned ability from the First Sasquatch, while serving as secretary of state.
CMD
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She has cackles to match her cankles.
How can you tell, zombie? The cankles remain under the pantsuit protection program!
Now, if only the American people could remain under the umbrella of common sense and human decency, we could consign the cankles and cackles to where they belong, the clang of prison bars and the crash of tin cups against cell bars.
Hey, it's my dream and I'll dream it if I want to. After all, Obola dreamed of destroying America and he's mostly there!
BTW, I hope he ends up as Hitlery's prison bitchboy.
She's masculine enough to end up in the men's section and he's feminine enough to be consigned to the female area, so one of them is bound to succeed in attaining ideal housing conditions. :-)