She gigged on “Saturday Night Live” as a bar jerk named Val. She let “Tonight Show” host Jimmy Fallon tug teasingly on her helmet head. She dished like a pimply teen with “Girls” boob Lena Dunham about singer Lenny Kravitz’s pants splitting at the crotch.
Hillary Clinton’s attempts to be liked are as incredible as her compulsive whoppers and multiple federal probes — four at last count — torpedoing her Democratic presidential campaign down the toilet. Count the ways she is soiled goods:
• She was a cuckolded First Lady who trashed her hubby’s lovers.
• She was a New York senator who introduced just three bills into law in eight years.
• She was a secretary of state who visited 112 of the world’s 196 nations and clocked 956,733 miles over 401 days, but helped to make the world a worse place and demote America’s standing.
• She was an incompetent public servant who used her private e-mail account to conduct state business and let a flaky firm run her e-operations from a loo in a loft, then professed ignorance about the classified and top-secret correspondence.
• Her work at the State Department may have crosscut into her hubby’s lucrative speeches, resulting in trade-offs involving national policy.
But Clinton’s worst crime is lying to the Benghazi families and then stomping on their broken hearts. She was among the first cabinet members to blame an anti-Islam video for the 2012 attacks on the American embassy in Libya that killed four Americans, but denied saying so to the victims’ relatives, although they claim otherwise. She then compounded her deceit with an indignant “not me” when news editors asked her in December who was lying.
Clinton’s tap dance over the truth has become a full-blown can-can since the lowly fib she told this columnist during her 2000 Senate stump in Canarsie, claiming to my face she took questions when she had not.
Lying Hillary for president?
Not on yer nelly!
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