Hillary Clinton Admires Torture-Mutilation Carving of CIA Sex Slave Cathy O’Brien
Cathy was so powerfully mind-controlled that she was ‘promoted’ to become what is known as a ‘Presidential Model’, a mind-controlled slave who is detailed to operate with the top people in the White House. She was used to pass messages between Reagan, Bush and their foreign associates, such as the dictators, Baby Doc Duvalier of Haiti, President Miguel de la Madrid of Mexico and Manuel Noriega of Panama, the paid CIA operative working for the US government’s illegal drug trade. She also met Hillary Clinton, who performed oral sex on her.
Hillary is another cocaine user (of course) and a lesbian. I have no problem whatsoever with her sexuality — everyone to their own so long as they don’t force it on others — but please spare us the cover story of ‘my husband Bill’. It is a marriage of political convenience, that’s all.
Cathy, who has a vaginal mutilation from her torture, met Hillary at a guest villa close to the CIA Near Death Trauma Center in Lampe. The villa was owned by Bill Hall, the man Bill Clinton was persuading to join the drug-running operation… Cathy says she was taken to Hillary by Hall’s wife after Clinton had ordred her to leave his drug meeting:
Hillary knew I was a mind-controlled slave, and, like Bill Clinton, just took it in stride as a ‘normal’ part of life in politics. [She] was fully clothed and stretched out on the bed sleeping when Hall’s wife and I arrived.
‘Hillary, I brought you something you’ll really enjoy. Kind of an unexpected surprise. Bill ordered her out of the meeting and I took her to my bedroom and made an interesting discovery. She is literally a two faced (referring to my vaginal mutilation carving) bitch.’
‘Hmm?’ Hillary opened her eyes and sleepily roused herself. ‘Show me’. Hall’s wife ordered me to take my clothes off while Hillary watched. ‘Is she clean?’ Hillary asked, meaning disease free.
‘Of course, she’s Byrd’s’, [Hall’s wife] responded, continuing the conversation as though I were not there. ‘Plus, I heard Houston say something about her being a Presidential Model, whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean’.
‘It means she’s clean’, Hillary said matter-of-factly as she stood up.
I was not capable of giving thought to such things back then, but I am aware in retrospect that all Presidential Model slaves I knew seemed to have an immunity to social diseases. It was a well known fact in the circles I was sexually passed around in that government level mind-controlled sex slaves were ‘clean’ to the degree that none of my abusers took precautions such as wearing condoms.
Hall’s wife patted the bed and instructed me to display the mutilation. Hillary exclaimed, ‘God!’ and immediately began performing oral sex on me. Apparently aroused by the carving in my vagina, Hillary stood up and quickly peeled out of her matronly nylon panties and pantyhose. Uninhibited despite a long day in the hot sun, she gasped, ‘Eat me, oh, god, eat me now’. I had no choice but to comply with her orders, and Bill Hall’s wife made no move to join me in my distasteful task. Hillary had resumed examining my hideous mutilation and performing oral sex on me when Bill Clinton walked in. Hillary lifted her head to ask, ‘How’d it go?’
Clinton appeared totally unaffected by what he walked into, tossed his jacket on a chair and said, ‘It’s official. I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed.’
Think about what we are dealing with here, a two-term president and a would-be president.”
