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Hillary Needs Our Help

Let me get this straight. Hilary Clinton wanted something so badly that she went into debt in order to try and get it. I get that. It was her dream, her vision, her bliss. Haven’t most of us done the same thing? Don’t we all have dreams that require a financial contribution to fulfill?

Some of us go into debt to get a college degree, get a car, or put gas into our cars. People have gone into debt to get one of those very cool large flat screen televisions. I’ve gone into debt to get a house. It was something my husband and I felt we needed in order to raise our children and as an investment in our future. Heck, I've had to charge groceries before in order to feed my family, thus increasing my debt.

Ms. Clinton wanted the presidency because she felt it was something she wanted. She felt it was important. So important that she borrowed money from herself in order to fund her failed bid.
I also used some of my own money to purchase my home.

Now Hilary is coming to you via video with her hand out asking you to help her repay her debt.

Wow. Can I do that?

I’ve gone into the hole in order to get my house---in fact I’m further in the hole than I’ve ever been because you see my husband was laid off from his job due to the poor economy and we had to take out a 2nd mortgage in order to stay afloat until he could find another job. Now we’re going further and further down the rabbit hole of financial burden each time we stop by the pumps and fill our tanks.

My debt is obviously less than Hilary’s debt. I’m sure she’s never had to look in the couch cushions for coins in order to get some milk to put on the kid’s cereal in the morning. Her financial issues are on a grander scale than mine---than most American’s. That doesn’t mean that our financial burdens weight less heavily on us when we try to sleep at night.

So, my fellow Americans, I’m coming to you with my hand out. Can’t you see that I need your help to retire my debt? I can’t function and make important decisions and work for the good of my family with all this debt hanging over my head. I need your help.

Hey, if it’s good enough for Hilary, it’s good enough for me. She says she needs to retire her campaign debt so she can get on with the important work of helping our country elect the next Democratic president and make it possible to help her work on issues that she cares about.

If you help me retire my debt, I can work on issues important to my family—like how to pay for those leg braces my daughter needs because she has cerebral palsy, or how to pay for the gas in order to get her to her next hospital appointment, or how to pay for groceries to feed our three children.

Hilary Clinton says you can help her write the next chapter of American history together by paying off her campaign debt. You can also help me write the next chapter of American history by helping me pay off my debt so I too could focus more on the presidential election instead of popping antacids as I avoid debt collectors on the phone.

(The writer wishes to inform you that this was written tongue-in-cheek and she isn’t actually asking for a handout from anyone. Hillary, on the other hand, is obviously in dire need of a financial bailout, so all of you out there should dig deep. You know, because it’s not like you have your own debts to consider or anything.)


  1. Pamela, had I the wherewithal I would gladly help out. Unfortunately I find myself in very much the same hole. This was going to be my year...

  2. I know that a lot of us are in the same hole Richard. We have lots of company!

    It just set my teeth on edge that this millionaire many times over is asking people to pay for her debt. I'm not asking for help--I just wanted to write and vent about her request.


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