One Final Email: To You, from Hillary Clinton
Comedy writer Juliet Seniff imagines the presidential hopeful's last message to the American electorate before the deal is done.
Select the newsletters you’d like to receive. Then, add your email to sign up.
You are now subscribed
Your newsletter sign-up was successful
Want to add more newsletters?
To: My Darling America
Subject: CLASSIFIED U.S. Department of State Case No. F-2014-4830439 Doc No. C05768582
Date: 11/08/2016
RELEASE IN FULL
From: Hillary Clinton
My Darling America,
I decided to write you this classified e-mail on the morning of our Election, which I presume I have won, because the whole "not seeing each other before the polls close" tradition was freakin' killing me.
Get exclusive access to fashion and beauty trends, hot-off-the-press celebrity news, and more.
I think that it's normal for most people to have "cold feet" before they become President, which is completely understandable, as leading the country will no doubt be a thankless commitment with terrible lifelong personal and professional ramifications, compounded by the fact that I have a vagina. But this is a feeling that I, President-Elect-To-Be Hillary Rodham Clinton, will never experience. As I am writing you this classified email from my secret Bberry, rather than being scared of what the future will hold or what could have been without you, I am sitting here completely content with how my career has played out, other than the Lewinsky scandal and the e-mail BS. If I could live my career one thousand times over, I can honestly say that I would not change a thing except the stuff I just mentioned. America, you truly are the single greatest constituency that has ever happened to me. From the moment we met in Mr. Hinkle's Government class in high school, I seemed to just have this feeling about you. The feeling that I am talking about is, of course, power. And America, I power you.
I've dreamt of winning my Election my whole life. Like all little girls, I pictured the day when I would wear a white pantsuit, walk across stage to a podium, and say "I do...accept the election results!" in front a nationally-televised crowd of millions. We'd make love that night, metaphorically-speaking, from a politician-constituency standpoint…and what sweet, metaphorical love it would be.
I'll admit that the months, days, and moments leading up to our Election Day have been nothing short of a f*cking nightmare. But winning the most important, powerful, internationally-recognized job in the world has reminded me why I fell in love with you in the first place, and made you my bitch. I probably don't tell you this enough, America, but you truly are a beautiful constituency, inside and out.
All my love,
Your President-Elect-To-Be,
Hillz
P.S. HI ASSANGE
Follow Juliet on Twitter here.