Lot's of angry stakeholders who paid heavily into the Clinton empire laying smoke across a battlefield strewn with their fallen to block out the realty of their miscalculations.
In the distance they hear the trumpets of a usurper army steadily approaching...and anxiety continues to rise as they turn to the old gods of defense.
Lot's of angry stakeholders who paid heavily into the Clinton empire laying smoke across a battlefield strewn with their fallen to block out the realty of their miscalculations.
In the distance they hear the trumpets of a usurper army steadily approaching...and anxiety continues to rise as they turn to the old gods of defense.
That's a very poetic way of saying that they're shitting their pants.