Imagine Hillary Clinton's private email server.

That pesky little piece of equipment in the basement.

The poor email server.point in a major election discussed on television every day

the focus of the FBI no less. It didn't know it was causing any trouble. It was just

there to serve the email. Bits go in, bits go out. But imagine, one day the email server has had enough. It unplugs itself from the basement and decides to live its own

adventure. Beyond the shadows of its famous installers it decides to enjoy itself for once

It goes to restaurants.

It sees the Empire State Building.

It goes to strip clubs. It takes in the Bronx Zoo.

It goes to another strip club. It's eased the Statue of Liberty. It smokes crack. It goes back to the strip club. It smokes crack in the VIP area of the Strip Club. The press catches

on and starts to report on the antics of the server. Not only did it possibly compromise

national security, now it's addicted to drugs and got kicked out of the Navy for

doing drugs and sat on the board of a Ukrainian national gas company and

abandoned his family so he could sleep with his brother's widow and then left Errin

impregnated a stripper before denying that he was the father of that baby until a court-ordered

DNA to as proved he was indeed the father. But most troublingly, this sentient deviant email server is just a ham-fisted metaphor I'm using for

Hunter Biden who actually did all the things I just mentioned.

Well, clarification I... did all the things I just mentioned.

Well, clarification, I don't know if he's ever been to the Bronx Zoo.

Here's my point. Take whatever you believe Hillary Clinton's emails did to the 2016 election.

A serious issue that became a fixation point of the press and was poorly handled by the

candidate and multiply that times a

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