March 23, 2008

Hillary's Amazing Balkan Adventure

It's the little fabrications that tell you all you need to know about a Presidential candidate. This, then, is very entertaining.


[Via Mr Yglesias]

23 Mar 2008 17:47:28 | 2008, Clinton, Economical with the truth

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