Julie Moody

Conservative, patriot, cat lover, love the beach and paddleboarding, my husband is my rock

[Julie Moody @JulieMermaid33]

@FOX29WFLX your news is only to scare people. Typical liberal main stream media. Your message is to blame President Trump for everything.
Pathetic.

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@WPBF25News you report the dumbest stories. Geez!

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@SarahWorkx Maybe she will show us her penis.

[Julie Moody @JulieMermaid33]

The thief and liar, Hillary Clinton

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

YET EVEN MORE HILLARY

In 97, as their military aide, I accompanied the Clintons on an event in DC. We were on our way to a fundraising event one night. As the motorcade pulled into the hotel loading dock area, I knew it was going to be a bad night when I noticed the Clintons going back and forth in the limo. They were animated and arguing in the backseat…and taking their time.

After a very pregnant pause, the president, the first lady, two Secret Service agents, the WH doctor, and I crowded into the loading dock elevator on our way to the party on the top floor of the hotel. Apparently, Mrs Clinton had just received some bad news about the Whitewater investigation and being denied immunity and she was blaming her husband. As soon as the elevator doors closed, she exploded at the president spewing four-letter words like a machine gun.

Every vulgar word you’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard them all as a vet, poured from her mouth: “Goddammit,” “you bastard,” “it’s your fucking fault!” And on and on and on. I, and the football, tried to blend into the walls of the elevator to avoid any collateral damage. I noticed the alarmed glances of the agents and the doctor. We were just along for the ride.

Bill looked a beaten puppy. He put his head down and said, “Yes, I understand. Yes, dear, I know.” The president, embarrassed, placated her as best he could between the volleys of expletives. He knew better than to fight back. We all did.

We reached the top floor and the elevator doors opened onto a crowded hallway for our arrival. Immediately, Bill and Hillary clasped hands, pulled out the fake smiles, and waved in unison. Same old bullshit. The agents, the doctor and I just looked at each other, rolled our eyes, and sighed.

Just another day in the Clinton White House.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

EVEN EVEN MORE HILLARY

In the summer of 1997, Bill Clinton visited Denmark. We landed on AF-1 in Copenhagen, boarded Marine One for a night time tour of the coast en route to Kronborg Castle, for Shakespeare the “home of Hamlet.” We landed at around midnight and were welcomed with open arms by the queen and her staff.

Beautiful, historic castle. I was put up in the Scottish Military suite. Beautiful room with a fully appointed spread of meats, cheeses, breads, fruit, and a full bar. All served, of course, with fine china and crystal.

After a phone call with my wife, I made sure POTUS was down for the evening and went to bed.

The next morning, the queen had a breakfast spread for Clinton and the staff. Again, first class.

As we headed to the motorcade to leave for an event and the flight home, I was pulled aside by the Danish military aide.

“Buzz, we have a problem. Your staff stole the china and crystal from their rooms. And took other things as well.”

I was stunned and chagrined. I apologized profusely and told him I’d handle it.

I talked with Hillary and the White House chief of staff and told them what had happened.

They both shrugged their shoulders. No apology. Nobody held accountable. No repayment.

Just another day in the Clinton White House and a group of Ugly Americans.

I don’t want to hear a damn word from @HillaryClinton about White House decorum. Not a word.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

SOME MORE HILLARY CLINTON

On a Clinton official state visit to Mexico City, we were finally done with the events and were heading back to DC. Everybody was excited to get home. Our itinerary was to move from the hotel to the airport on Marine One and then onto Air Force One for the flight home. I was with the president and First Lady on Marine One, the lead helicopter in a formation that included staff and press.

After we lifted off and were halfway to the airport, Hillary suddenly blurted out, “Turn around! Put this back on the ground! I left my sunglasses in the limo!” The Secret Service guys and I exchanged side glances and rolled eyes. I hopped to, of course. I chatted with the pilots and the Secret Service. It wasn’t safe to turn around. 

Marine One was almost to the join-up point with AF One at the airport.  AF-1 was ready to go, and the press plane was as well. These trips were logistical challenges. Back at the hotel landing zone, the Secret Service, the White House Communications Agency, and administration staff were pulling down communications lines, lifting barricades, and driving off in vehicles. The required support for even a helicopter flight was highly involved and extensive, and there was no landing zone security left. The secure launch site no longer existed.

At this point, it wasn’t a good idea to turn around. I approached her, “Ma’am, we can’t do that. We can’t safely do that.” Hillary responded, “I need my sunglasses, god****it! We need to go back!”

Then one of the onboard Secret Service agents chimed in, “Yes, ma’am, the milaide is correct. That wouldn’t be wise.” I suggested that I radio back, ask the staffers to locate the sunglasses, and ask one of the White House valets to bring them home on their flight. She calmed down and acquiesced, but not without smoldering disdain in her eyes. Security be damned, those were her sunglasses! Bill just shrugged and went back to reading his book. The valets and staffers still at the hotel went to work and located the sunglasses in the Clintons’ hotel room. They were safely returned to Hillary the next day. 

I’ve been shot at in combat by guys who wanted to kill me. I think at that moment, she did too. Trips without Hillary were akin to Animal House, a frat party. Trips with her always had a Nazi-like edge. Hard to tell which was worse. I preferred the frat parties.

That was Hillary Clinton. And, I have no doubt, it still is.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

EVEN MORE HILLARY CLINTON

Among the military who served in the White House and the professional White House staff, the Clinton administration was infamously known for its lack of professionalism and courtesy, though few ever spoke about it.

But when it came to rudeness, it was Hillary Clinton who was the most feared person in the administration. She set the tone. From the very first day in my assignment.

When I first arrived to work in the White House, my predecessor warned me. “You can get away with pissing off Bill but if you make her mad, she’ll rip your heart out.” I heeded those words. I did make him mad a few times, but I never really pissed her off. I knew the ramifications.

I learned very quickly that the administration’s day-to-day character, whether inside or outside of DC, depended solely on the presence or absence of Hillary. Her reputation preceded her.

We used to say that when Hillary was gone, it was a frat party. When she was home, it was “Schindler’s List.”

In my first few days on the job, and remember I essentially lived there, I realized there were different rules for Hillary.

She instructed the senior staff, including me, that she didn’t want to be forced to encounter us. We were instructed that “whenever Mrs. Clinton is moving through the halls, be as inconspicuous as possible.”

She did not want to see “staff” and be forced to “interact” with anyone. No matter their position in the building. Many a time, I’d see mature, professional adults, working in the most important building in the world, scurrying into office doorways to escape Hillary’s line of sight.

I’d hear whispering, “She’s coming, she’s coming!” I could be walking down a West Wing hallway, midday, busier than hell, people doing the administration’s work whether in the press office, medical unit, wherever. She’d walk in and they’d scatter.

She was the Nazi schoolmarm and the rest of us were expected to hide as though we were kids in trouble. I wasn’t a kid, I was a professional officer and pilot. I said “I’m not doing that.”

There was also a period of time when she attempted to ban military uniforms in the White House. It was the reelection year of 1996, and she was trying to craft the narrative that the military was not a priority in the Clinton administration.

As a military aide, carrying the football, and working closely with the Secret Service, I objected to that. It simply wasn’t a matter of her political agenda; it was national security.

If the balloon went up, the Secret Service would need to find me as quickly as possible.

Seconds matter. Finding the aide in military uniform made complete sense. Besides, what commander in chief wouldn’t want to advertise his leadership and command? She finally relented because the Secret Service weighed in.

The Clintons are corrupt beyond words. Hillary is evil, vindictive, and profane. Hillary is a bitch. They’re both criminals.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

MORE ABOUT HILLARY CLINTON

As some of you know, I was the Air Force Military Aide for Bill Clinton, lived in the White House, traveled everywhere they traveled, and carried the “nuclear football.” As such, I was always in close proximity to both Bill and Hill.

Among the military who served in the White House and the professional White House staff, the Clinton administration was infamously known for its lack of professionalism and courtesy, though few ever spoke about it.

But when it came to rudeness, it was Hillary Clinton who was the most feared person in the administration. She set the tone. From the very first day in my assignment.

When I first arrived to work in the White House, my predecessor warned me. “You can get away with pissing off Bill but if you make her mad, she’ll rip your heart out.” I heeded those words. I did make him mad a few times, but I never really pissed her off. I knew the ramifications.

I learned very quickly that the administration’s day-to-day character, whether inside or outside of DC, depended solely on the presence or absence of Hillary. Her reputation preceded her. We used to say that when Hillary was gone, it was a frat party. When she was home, it was “Schindler’s List.”

In my first few days on the job, and remember I essentially lived there, I realized there were different rules for Hillary. She instructed the senior staff, including me, that she didn’t want to be forced to encounter us. We were instructed that “whenever Mrs. Clinton is moving through the halls, be as inconspicuous as possible.” She did not want to see “staff” and be forced to “interact” with anyone. No matter their position in the building.

Many a time, I’d see mature, professional adults, working in the most important building in the world, scurrying into office doorways to escape Hillary’s line of sight. I’d hear whispering, “She’s coming, she’s coming!” I could be walking down a West Wing hallway, midday, busier than hell, people doing the administration’s work whether in the press office, medical unit, wherever. She’d walk in and they’d scatter. She was the Nazi schoolmarm and the rest of us were expected to hide as though we were kids in trouble. I wasn’t a kid, I was a professional officer and pilot. I said “I’m not doing that.”

There was also a period of time when she attempted to ban military uniforms in the White House. It was the reelection year of 1996, and she was trying to craft the narrative that the military was not a priority in the Clinton administration. As a military aide, carrying the football, and working closely with the Secret Service, I objected to that.

It simply wasn’t a matter of her political agenda; it was national security. If the balloon went up, the Secret Service would need to find me as quickly as possible. Seconds matter.

Finding the aide in military uniform made complete sense. Besides, what commander in chief wouldn’t want to advertise his leadership and command? She finally relented because the Secret Service weighed in.

The Clintons are corrupt beyond words. Hillary is evil, vindictive, and profane. Hillary is a bitch.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

Oh, Hillary. Hillary, Hillary. You ignorant slut.

As the Senior Military Aide to President Bill Clinton, YOUR military aide — the officer who carried the nuclear football in and out of the White House every single day — I saw the “people’s house” up close alongside you.
@HillaryClinton

Spare us the sanctimonious lectures. And turn on your replies, coward.

When you and Bill left in January 2001, your staff ransacked the place. Remember? “W” keys ripped off every keyboard. Phone lines cut. Desk drawers glued shut. Obscene voicemails and vulgar graffiti left behind. Presidential seals and silverware stolen. Furniture damaged. The GAO confirmed the vandalism and theft. It wasn’t “transition friction” — it was a disgrace.

You trashed the People’s House on your way out the door and now you’re clutching pearls over Trump? I remember, Hillary. I was there. Remember?

The hypocrisy is Olympic-level, Ms. Clinton. And you know it! You of ALL people know it! The American people have long memories. Especially this one! Me! We remember who actually looted the place.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Shut up and color.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

HILLARY: AGAIN, AND AGAIN

I’m going to recount the first time I ever met Hillary Clinton. It was on Marine One, helicoptering to Camp David for a weekend, with the First Family.

I was brand new to the Military Aide position and this was my first trip to Camp David. It was a Saturday morning and I was a little trepidatious, to say the least.

Of course, I’d heard all about Hillary from my predecessor. In my few weeks of “in briefings” before I assume this volatile position, her name came up frequently.

He’d warned me about her temperament and her propensity to go off on any and all staffers, including her husband. In fact, during my “in briefings” he told me that I could upset Bill Clinton, and he’d brush it off.

But if I were to piss Hillary off, she’d rip my heart out. Now, I’m a fairly intelligent guy so I registered it. Don’t piss her off.🤣

On this particular morning, and every other time on a presidential trip, I’d always boarded Marine One last, letting the First Family board first along with the doctor and Secret Service agents. I always used the rear steps, with “the football.”

My seat on the helicopter was always immediately adjacent to the president and “First Lady.” On this particular day, Chelsea was also coming.

I sat in my assigned seat, set the “football” down and approached Hillary. “Hi ma’am, I’m Major Buzz Patterson. I’m the new Air Force Aide. Wonderful to meet you.” I also introduced myself to Chelsea and sat back down.

Hillary was curt and quiet. She nodded without saying a word. Chelsea was rude and looked at me like I had 3 heads. The disdain for the military among these two was palpable. My predecessor was right,

“Well, that was awkward,” I thought to myself.

It never got “not awkward.” 🤣🤣🤣

[Julie Moody @JulieMermaid33]

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@citydelraybeach It’s actually faith and family month. Why celebrate gays?

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@citydelraybeach why do you need a gay memorial or a pride park? Gays have to shove the fact that they’re gay in your face. Stupid and low class.

[Gina Milan @ginamilan_]

You will NEVER convince me that she pulled more votes than Spencer Pratt.

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

🚨 UPDATE: LA MAYOR RACE… Nithya Raman is magically pulling even after recent ballot dump.

They are stealing the election, aren’t they?

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@MikeLoftusComic Come to south FL!!!

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@kennychesney @springsteen Bruce Springsteen is an unpatriotic Jack ass.

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@kennychesney @springsteen Puke.

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@kennychesney @SphereVegas Are you buddies and playing concerts with Bruce Nazi Springsteen?

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@MayorOfLA you’re a cheater and everyone knows it. I hope you go to prison.