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.
@HillaryClinton
Ma’am, I was the Air Force Lt. Colonel who carried the nuclear football for your husband inside that “people’s house” you’re suddenly so precious about. I saw it all up close for two years.
While Bill was getting blow jobs in the Oval Office from an intern and groping female Air Force enlisted crew on Air Force One, you and your staff treated the military with open disdain, like we were the help, not the men and women sworn to protect this nation. The disrespect for anything non-Clinton was palpable.
You lecture about “respect for the institution” while your husband lost the nuclear codes and shrugged it off.
And when you finally slinked out in 2001? You and your crew trashed the place—vandalism, theft, glue in drawers, obscene messages, stolen property, and filth left behind for the next administration. The GAO confirmed it. Classy exit from the “people’s house.”
The White House belongs to the American people, not your grifting dynasty. They just elected a fighter who actually respects the military and the office. Keep ripping off poor kids in Haiti, selling your merch and clutching pearls.
Sit down, bitch. The adults are back in charge.
Again, you may not like the UFC thing at the White House, but the moment you hung a giant pride flag from the columns and had half-naked “trans” activists exposing themselves on the lawn, you lost all right to complain about desecration.
Chemical lobotomy in a five times jabbed patient.
Perhaps this explains the bizarre behaviour of some of the trolls on social media who claim to have taken 5 or more Covid shots ?
Here is my recommendation to @realDonaldTrump when he speaks to an alarmed Nation tonight:
“I am exercising my constitutional power under Article II, Section 3 to convene both houses of Congress on ‘extraordinary Occasions.’ I have ordered them to convene tomorrow morning by 10 am.
I will keep them in session using that same power until they fund ALL of DHS — without exception!
And I will hear or brook no nonsense from the Senate — or the House for that matter — that they are already in session, just in a pro forma capacity.
My convening power allows me to insist on a REAL, not a pro forma session. And I will send them right back into session if they try to adjourn in a pro forma capacity.”
David's final letter.
I do deeply apologize to everyone if something like an accident ended up happening.
Thank you for loving me.
I feel I have done the very best that I could.
My health has collapsed from poverty, starvation, and disease.
I have also now almost completely run out of money.
I did my very best to keep on going for as long as I could.
For my family, friends, and all of my greater family of supporters, I want you to know how much I love you and how sorry I am if something ended up happening to me. I know that accidents are possible in my reduced state.
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I hope that this serves as a valid outline for path forward in the event that I was lost and that I have your forgiveness. I feel I have done the best I could do in a very difficult situation."
From the final letter written by David Wilcock
It was given to his lawyer and excerpts released with the permission of the family. The first paragraph is written to his audience.
(released by his friend Jude in this video https://t.co/aqOU2yurTG)
Before his passing on April 20, 2026, David Wilcock left a letter with his lawyer outlining a “path forward” if anything happened to him.
In this clip, his best friend Jude reads the portion David intended for his community.
Full video in quote tweet below.