Hillary Clinton’s Theme Song!

Hillary battles the devil theme song

The devil called to Hillary and said, “Come home my dear to me!”
Ole Hillary answered back, “I didn’t sell my soul to thee!”

 

That devil, he was fired up for no one should call his bluff.
Hillary had sold her soul to him and he knew she liked it rough.

He threw ole Hillary across his back and took her down to hell.
But he was no match for Hillary, she put him under her spell.

She called Lockheed and she called Boeing, her personal munitions teams.
And now if you listen real close, you can hear the devil’s screams.

She launched her drones and fired her missiles and attacked hell’s vaulted gates.
And now the Christians can’t burn in hell, Hillary destroyed its fiery lakes.

“Where to now?,” Hillary asks of her rich and rowdy friends.
And don’t hold back, I’ll shit myself, that’s why I wear depends.”

“We’ve bombed hell and destroyed Iraq and Libya is up in flames.”
“We’ve killed Gaddafi, hanged Hussein, so let’s add more to those names!”

“We’re running out of land to grab and leaders to kill for sport!”
“Let’s turn on our own and show them whose boss, a mission we won’t abort!”

“I’ll soon be the man in a DC house, I’m a madman, doncha know?”
“America, bend your ass over, you’re now my goddamn ho!”

Hillary requested that her theme song be written by,

Shelby I. Courtland (and I was quite happy to do it! P.S. You’re welcome Hillary!!!)
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

So, since I am privy to the inner sanctum of Hillary Clinton, I know what that warmonger has in store for AmeriKKKa and even without being privy to the inner sanctum of Hillary Clinton, you should know as well! And for those of you who are thinking of turning to Hillary Clinton when Bernie Sanders concedes to her, I would rebel and refuse to get behind this warmonger. If you must vote, write-in a third party candidate or at the very least you could write your own name in. Better that than that warmonger. I do understand that the only other alternative seems to be Frump, but hey! We are still here even AFTER Reagan, Bush I, Clinton, Bush II and Obama, so hey! We will deal with it! Did we like it and will we like it? Hell no! But we should have done something about this long before it reached this point and so who do we have to blame for it? Something to ponder.

Happy International Women’s Day??!!! Are You Fucking Kidding??!!

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Women all over the world, this is such a great day in the year of no lord 2015. We celebrate the fact that in America, women have produced a nation of killers and these killers are without conscience or heart and women gave birth to that shit. So, pat yourselves on the goddamn back and celebrate International Women’s Day here in America over the fucked up offspring that you produced and let loose on an unsuspecting world.

Is International Women’s Day celebrated in Yemen, you know, where the innocent children of other women are getting killed by drones that are guided by the twisted shit born to women in America? Will International Women’s Day be celebrated in Iraq since over a million innocent Iraqi people have been killed, had their homes blown up, been raped by the sons of American women who are busily celebrating International Women’s Day by driving to the mall, gassing up the SUV, going to the tanning salon, treating themselves to a latte at Starbucks, because no bombs are destroying the women of America. No drones are destroying their fucked up offspring. No grenade launchers are aimed at their sprawling McMansions because here in America, the women are ‘exceptional’ and therefore, have the greatest reason in the world to celebrate International Women’s Day while women all across the Middle East are huddled in makeshift dwellings, are walking with their children(the ones that haven’t been blown to bits by the U.S)to refugee camps. Are these women in any frame of mind to celebrate International Women’s Day? Are they in any shape to celebrate a day in their honor because after all, it is not called National American Women’s Day, but International Women’s Day.

And goddamn it, I forgot to mention the women in Libya. They have much to celebrate this International Women’s Day because all hell has been let loose over there because just when they thought that they had been ‘liberated’ from their ‘dictator’, Muammar Gaddafi, along comes the U.S. and NATO forces and now Libya is in flames and the women and children in that country have been displaced by, AGAIN, the nasty, vile ass offspring of American women who of course, are celebrating this day in their honor since International Women’s Day is all about American women who produce all of those brave drone operators, who produce all of those nasty shits that pissed on dead Afghan bodies. Oh damn! I forgot to mention the shit stirring that’s been going on in Afghanistan. How could I forget? Those really nice-nasty fucked up American whore shits that got ejected from between the filthy ass legs of American women, opened their pants, pulled out a shriveled dick and proceeded to use that dick to piss on dead Afghan corpses. Wow! Celebrate what you produced and, AGAIN, let loose on an unsuspecting world.

Motherfucking women of Great Britain, I’m not leaving you out of this International Women’s Day love fest because your offspring ain’t no goddamn better than what’s hatched over here in AmeriKKKa! So, belt up about that bleeding shit that you’ve managed to produce that’s probably missing more teeth than the reddest redneck in the hillbilly southern states of America. Tell your National Health Services to come up off some damn money to fix your goddamn teeth. But then, many of the women of Great Britain are just drunken sots anyway and the men as well, so who is looking in whose mouth when you’re going at it, tooth and nail to produce that vile shit that runs helter-skelter all over the world alongside the Americans, fucking up people in other countries? You ain’t about shit either and Bob’s your uncle!

Have I left anyone out? Oh the French! I know how the women of France are celebrating this International Women’s Day, they’re celebrating it by drinking wine and buying up every single copy of Charlie Hebdo that they can get their wine-stained hands on. You whorish sluts produce shit that’s already an addict when it’s born and all you say is, “C’est la vie!” How surprising! Not!

Never let me forget the Australians! You worthless motherfucking women over there are the product of convicts and so what can be expected from you other than the way you treat the Aborigines; you know, the original inhabitants of Australia; those indigenous to Australia before your convict ancestors were shipped there from jolly old England and now you want to pretend as if your nasty ass shit don’t stink as you look askance at the Aborigines and how many of them have been killed off in a genocide by your depraved offspring? And does Botany Bay penal colony ring a bell? I thought so! Now, go out and celebrate International Women’s Day, you fucking convict rejects!

Let’s all celebrate International Women’s Day! Everybody in the mood? Great! Now fucking celebrate!

Scheduled For Release: A Sony Pictures Entertainment Presentation; The Assassination Of President Barack Obama

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Starring: James Earl Jones, Jamie Foxx, Alfre Woodard, Beyoncé Knowles, Jay-Z, Snoop Dog, Halle Berry and Demetry Vladovovick

Actor James Earl Jones is head of the Central Intelligence Agency, Alfre Woodard stars as his drunken wife. Snoop Dog plays the character Agent Green. Green is a CIA operative gone rogue. Green’s boss is played by Jay-Z; a CIA field operative, partnered with Beyoncé Knowles who entices information from her foreign conquests by crooning sultry lyrics while wearing nothing more than lace. Jaime Foxx stars as President Barack Obama whose wife was killed in a freak accident after the vehicle she was travelling in, rolled over and over due to a drunken Secret Service Agent’s antics.

The film is listed as a comedy.

About the film:

The movie starts off with James Earl Jones (Greer) berating his wife, Alfre Woodard (Sasha) for being drunk yet again at a black tie function at the White House. He is met by Jay-Z (Reid) as he re-enters the ballroom. Reid nods to Greer and they both step outside, ostensibly for a breath of fresh air. The two begin to plot the assassination of the president. Greer tells Reid that orders from the Rothschild family are as follows: assassinate the president and make it look like the Russians were behind it; that would put the final nail in the Russian Federation’s coffin as Great Britain and all of Europe would get on board for the annihilation of Russia. The two dare not use cell phones since they are tapped by the National Security Agency and their demise would be imminent if the assassination attempt was foiled.

In stumbles Green, who once again, because he’s high on weed, stepped into his girlfriend’s six inch pumps and then promptly trips and falls into a fountain. At this time, Greer and Reid have finished their business and notice the waiters pulling Green out of the fountain. Greer and Reid both look at each other and nod.

Meanwhile, Beyoncé Knowles (Malia) is having sex with the president of Iran in an attempt to get him to come clean about their nukes program. Even though the president has a very tiny dick, Malia manages to make it seem as though he is pleasuring her beyond all imagination. She in fact manages to croon her way through an entire 8 minute song while pleasuring the Iranian president. But still no clues as to nukes or no nukes and she sighs since she knows that she must not fail in her mission to get at the truth. There’ll be another night of this.

Day two starts with Reid knocking on the door of Green’s girlfriend’s apartment. Green’s girlfriend played by Halle Berry (Michelle) comes to the door wearing a see-through red teddy and in her most ghetto hood rat voice, taunts Reid with, “See something you want, if you do, it’s for sale.” Reid pushes her out of the way and shouts for Green. Green is sitting on the floor inhaling from a bong. Reid pulls out a device that detects for wires. He then searches for Green’s and Michelle’s iPhones and when he finds them, he tosses both out the window. He grabs the bong from Green and tells him that he has a job for him. At this point, Green looks up with red, half closed eyes and says, “Help yourself man.” Reid then tells Green that he wants him to assassinate the president. Green assures Reid that he’s the man for the job. After all, who would suspect the guy that fell over in the fountain at the White House?

The assassination is to take place while Russia’s foreign minister is in the U.S. for a state visit in an attempt to get the two countries back on, at least, a civil footing since the two leaders have been at loggerheads over the crisis in Ukraine. At the state event, Green has been given a waiter’s uniform and is making his way over to where the president of the United States is holding court with Russia’s foreign minister, played by Demetry Vladovovick. Reid is in the Rose Garden when his phone rings. He answers his cellphone only to hear an anxious Malia telling him that not only does Iran have nuclear weapons, but that a nuclear bomb is headed straight for the White House and it has a cloaking device on it and that U.S. spy systems have no way of tracking it. Reid hears a choking sound and then the phone goes dead. But he has no time to worry about Malia. He must alert the president of the danger and whisk him away to safety. He is too late. Just as he re-enters the grand ballroom, Green has managed to appear to be stumbling towards the Russian foreign minister and as he bumps into him, the president seems to fall down in slow motion while the Russian foreign minister looks on in disbelief.

Green shoves the tray of cocktails that he is holding into the side of the Russian foreign minister, knocking him over and then adroitly maneuvers around a table, leaving the Russian foreign minister lying over the prone Barack Obama with the gun lying inches from his fingers. As the guests turn and behold the spectacle of the president lying on the floor with the Russian foreign minister on top of him, they erupt in outrage. The Russian foreign minister rolls off the president and his fingers touch the gun lying beside him and a Secret Service agent fires his gun at the Russian foreign minister, killing him on the spot. Other Secret Service agents rush to President Barack Obama’s side. But it is too late. His eyes are wide and staring.

Immediately, Reid rushes to find Greer to tell him of the nuclear bomb headed for the White House. As he pushes a woman out of his way, she turns and slaps him. The lady is Greer’s drunken wife, Sasha. He asks Sasha if she knows where Greer is. Sasha tells him that Greer received a phone call about an hour ago and left. She’s upset because she wants another drink and Greer is not there to get it for her. Reid turns away, takes his cellphone out and dials Greer’s number. It goes straight to voicemail. Reid then attempts to find the Vice President, but can’t locate him. He realizes that it’s probably too late to stop the bomb and makes a mad dash for the heliport. He knocks out the pilot that is waiting in the helicopter to transport the Russian foreign minister back to his accommodations since the Russian foreign minister did not feel safe staying at the White House. Reid takes the controls and the helicopter lifts off and into the night. Just as he thinks he’s far enough from ground zero, the bomb exploded with a blinding flash in the sky, and a great rush of air and a loud rumble of noise. Reid loses consciousness and subsequently dies as does every member of congress since Washington, DC is obliterated.
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Was any of the above funny? Of course, North Korea is known for human rights abuses, but to make fun of the assassination of its leader is in my opinion, wrong. American presidents HAVE been assassinated and we found nothing funny about that. The country as a whole mourned when Abraham Lincoln was assassinated. James A. Garfield and William McKinley both, were assassinated. The country as a whole mourned with the assassination of John F. Kennedy. How many people who just rave on and on about Reagan found his attempted assassination to be funny? I’m sure James Brady did not. It does not matter if we don’t like North Korea’s leader.

The fact is that the assassination of anyone should not be made into a comedy because let’s face it, assassinations have happened and not just to leaders of the U.S. Egypt’s President, Anwar Sadat was assassinated and he was a good man; he earned the Nobel Peace Prize and unlike Barack Obama, he was trying for peace. And Libya’s leader, Muammar Gaddafi, was assassinated by proxy as was Iraq’s leader, Saddam Hussein, both assassinated thanks to the U.S. And just take a look at the shape Libya and Iraq are in. So why is it that we have no problem making fun of the assassination of the leaders of other countries, but if ours get assassinated, we expect the whole world to mourn with us? Oh, that’s right, we the people of the U.S. are ‘exceptional’. I’ll be happy to disabuse you of THAT notion with plenty of examples that show how ‘unexceptional’ we here in the U.S., really are, but I’m already ahead of you on that. Just archive this blog to your heart’s content.

Is any of this still funny? And the Sony Corporation is contemptible. I would not be surprised if some of the hacked emails showed that some Sony executives actually joked about the assassination of Barack Obama.

I sincerely hope that the hackers continue to cut into Sony’s bottom line. Gut the Sony Corporation’s bottom line like it’s a fish!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland