A question for Hillary...
Why? To make a determination upon entering a Cabinet-level government position that you will disregard, that you will in fact violate government policy, and possibly federal laws, by choosing to ignore the secure, encrypted federal e-mail system assigned to you and use a non-secure commercial e-mail system for all your official communications, smacks of prior intent. A Cabinet secretary does not simply, willy-nilly, decide to use a risky commercial means of communicating top-secret materials. A military counterpart, a four-star general or admiral, doing so would be court-martialed and dismissed from service, if not imprisoned for such a breach of security.
You had to have known that and to have weighed the consequences of future discovery, so why? What was so important to you that you determined that it was to your advantage to hide all your government communications from possible discovery? With so many millions of Americans having witnessed the decades of corruption surrounding the political careers of you and your husband, it requires no great intuitive leap to suspect your true motive. There has perhaps been no female political figure in the history of this nation who has so brazenly coveted the idea of being the first female president. Shameless political ambition has been the hallmark of your life, and when I say shameless, I’m saying you set new low standards for that term when you, a supposed feminist, aided and abetted a known sexual predator of young and old to rise to the highest political office in the land, which he shamed for all history with his predatory practices.
So you hid your e-mails, Hillary, all of them. Why? Most of us out here know the answer to that. You wanted to be able to control your record in the highest federal office you’ve ever held so that nothing in that record could be turned against you in your long-planned presidential run. For your own selfish political ambitions, you chose to disregard federal security policies regarding frequently top-secret communications so that you now can, during your campaign, control the release of revelations from your term as secretary of state to only those favorable and helpful.
There’s just one problem, Hillary. Somewhere out there in a mother’s basement is an advance-degreed but serially unemployed and very unhappy young nerd who sees you as a wealthy establishment sell-out not nearly as far to the left as he believes his future president should be. To him, Fauxahontas is a far more appealing embodiment of his growing socialist views, and he wants to help her campaign. Of course, unemployed and all, he can’t help the senator financially, but hey, he has considerable computer skills honed during the many years of his $150,000 leftist brain-washing. So Pajama Boy begins to drill down into those e-mail communications that, fortunately, don’t carry the prohibitive risk of hacking into secure government communications systems and invoking federal prosecutorial wrath, nor are they as securely encrypted as those government accounts.
Multiply Pajama Boy by a few thousand, Hillary, and I’ll ask you again: why?