I don’t know politics and that high-thinking stuff so good.
Not surprising, at all. Anything and anywhere she ever got, she got from riding her husband’s coattails.
Hillary Clinton suggested to FBI investigators in a July interview that she had little understanding of classified information when she served as secretary of state.
Clinton told FBI agents she could not remember ever receiving any training for how to preserve federal records or treat classified material.
“Clinton could not give an example of how classification of a document was determined,” the FBI wrote in its notes.
That’s right. The woman who has done nothing but crave power from the moment Bill Clinton became governor of Arkansas (if not sooner) and who proudly bills herself as a history maker, glass-ceiling breaker, and all around, “I am woman. Hear me roar” suddenly goes doe-eyed and pouty-lipped, proclaiming, “I’m just a girl,” when it comes to accountability for her job.
Cue batting eyelashes.
What’s more, Clinton said an email that was central to the investigation, one that involved conversations about a planned drone strike in Pakistan, didn’t raise any red flags when she transmitted the highly classified information over her unsecured server.
“Clinton stated deliberation over a future drone strike did not give her cause for concern regarding classification,” the notes said.
There’s no word on if she understands what a drone strike consists of.
At the beginning of Clinton’s time as Secretary state, her homes in Washington, D.C. and Chappaqua, N.Y. were fitted with a SCIF, which is secure areas to read classified information, but not to share.
I’ve stated repeatedly on these pages and elsewhere, that gender should never be used as a qualifier for any job. For Hillary Clinton, it has been the battering ram she’s been more than willing to use, all but insisting that as a woman, she is owed the presidency.
I can think of many things she may very well be owed. High office isn’t one of them.