H/T Joe LaVeque and ZeroHedge

This is not a joke. While Hitlery was celebrating Slick’s birthday and hobnobbing with the upper crust on Martha’s Vineyard, the Rothschilds were working feverishly on the following day’s big event just twenty miles away on Nantucket, a $100,000 per plate fundraiser for Monica Lewinsky’s ex-boyfriend’s wife.

One would think that that a 20-mile trip would call for a pleasant chopper hop, then a limo ride through the Nantucket countryside, where the Wicked Witch of Benghazi would grace the peasants with Her Majesty’s courtly transit through their tiny world, possibly lowering the window on occasion to wave to her fantasy subjects, all screaming with invective delight at the sight of Her Most Humble and Exalted Highness.

Nope! Hitlery summoned her personal private jet for the trip. After all, what low-life would show up at a Rothchilds-sponsored event in an automobile? Ewwwwwww! I imagine the roadways were closed so that the Her Most Gracious Loftiness could taxi to the front door of the star-studded celebration, here courtiers toting her ample ass in a Cleopatra-style gold-plated sedan, through the smiling crowd, all toasting Her Royal Highness with pinkies extended as her grunting servants laboriously deliver her to her throne.

What next? Why, one of those dreary, dreaded campaign stops, of course, where Hitlery must mingle with, even touch, members of the unwashed peasant working class, all the while regaling them with lies promises of how she is going to take all the money from the evil rich, like herself and the Rothschilds, and give it to them. After an exhausting three minutes of uncomfortable mingling, allowing the 14 rustic rubes in attendance to kiss her regal hand, Her Most Benevolent and Royal Highness is whisked off by her courtiers for a three-day drunk vacation.

Aren’t you proud to know that your children may be ruled by such a kind and benevolent monarch?

The following tweet is awesome!….

https://twitter.com/junebugman/status/767383117422219265