Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 742 - 730: The Hell, Are You a Breeding Boar or Some

The election battle was escalating by the day.

Both camps had begun using every dirty trick in the book to attack each other.

anwhile, the onlookers were having a great ti eating popcorn and watching the drama unfold.

McCain's camp accused Barack Obama of making sexist remarks.

Obama's side imdiately issued a rebuttal.

During a speech, Obama stated that McCain's outrage was nothing more than a "phony performance," aid at distracting the public from real issues.

He claid his words had been twisted and that he held no discriminatory intent whatsoever.

So analysts believed that McCain's team might be intentionally prolonging the debate. But the problem was—last year, during the Democratic primaries, McCain himself had criticized the healthcare plan and used a very similar analogy.

Indeed, the now-infamous "lipstick on a pig" comnt originally ca from McCain's own mocking speech during that ti.

Obama had praised Martin for exactly this reason—The kid was quick on the uptake and sharp as a whip. As soon as Palin finished her speech, he ca up with the perfect counterattack using their own phrasing. That way, any attempt by the other side to discredit the words would an discrediting themselves first.

Just like how McCain's team claid Obama was sexist—Obama's team imdiately dug up McCain's past words and threw them back: Didn't you say the sa thing last year? So who's really being sexist here?

According to several U.S. polls, after Obama's "lipstick on a pig" comnt ca to light, his approval ratings quickly caught up to McCain's, reaching parity.

"What the hell, when did I ever say that?!"

Inside Republican campaign headquarters, McCain was fuming.

One of his aides reminded him, "Sir, you did say it. We found the press transcript from that ti."

"Damn it! Why didn't you find this earlier?! Now I'm completely on the defensive."

The aides were dead silent. Even you don't rember what you said—how the hell are we supposed to?!

There was no helping it. Politicians, especially those running for office, constantly needed the spotlight. That ant speeches—lots and lots of them. Sarcasm aid at opponents was part of the ga.

With that much talking, it was impossible to rember every single word ever said.

In fact, many of their speeches weren't even written by themselves. Take Palin, for example—her speech was drafted entirely by her team of aides. All she had to do was morize it before going on stage.

Of course, not everyone could pull that off. Just look at Trump and that old senile guy—they constantly blurted out weird "divine wisdom" during speeches, adding all kinds of colorful flair to Arican politics.

To help Obama break through the female voter stronghold McCain had, Martin ca up with another move.

It was... pretty savage.

Obama loved it.

That morning, Hillary had just gotten up and was heading to the dining room for breakfast when she spotted her husband, Clinton, already sitting at the table—even though he hadn't co ho the night before.

She instinctively snorted coldly.

Clinton grinned but said nothing. Instead, he pushed a newspaper across the table toward her.

Hillary shot her husband a glare and picked up the paper. On it was an article quoting Obama's running mate—Biden.

"Yes, I've always thought this way. Hillary is absolutely qualified, perhaps even more qualified than I am, to be Vice President of the United States. We must recognize that. She is a close personal friend of mine, and she is absolutely capable of serving as President. So taking on the Vice Presidency should be a walk in the park for her... To be frank, she is a stronger candidate than I am. She's a top-tier political figure. I sincerely an that—she's a top-tier political figure, and everyone should understand that."

"What the hell!" Hillary cursed and slamd the paper down.

She was sharp enough to instantly see through Biden's intentions. That son of a bitch was trying to ride her popularity to score points with female voters!

"You figured it out, huh?"

Clinton chuckled, watching her seethe.

"Of course I did, that double-faced pig!"

Hillary snapped again.

Clinton suddenly said, "You know, I love it when you drop the act, light up a cigarette, and curse like a sailor. So much better than the always-composed 'Iron Lady' act. And since we've got ti... how about a quickie?"

Hillary blinked in disbelief, then raised her middle finger at him.

Clinton, unfazed, got up with a goofy grin and approached her. The rougher she got, the more excited he beca.

Half an hour later...

Back to being the well-dressed, composed "Ms. Hillary Clinton," she tidied her hair and threw a cheeky look over her shoulder. "You bastard. How do you always have a way?"

Clinton replied, "This is the perfect chance, Madam Clinton. Ti for you to show your grace."

"Grace?" she repeated.

"That's right. You're in the sa party—you can't afford to publicly oppose Biden. So you've got two choices: either say nothing and let those two bastards milk your popularity, or graciously endorse him. That way, you'll earn goodwill from his supporters and look like the bigger person. Win-win, isn't it?"

"But I'm pissed off!" she growled.

"Hey, Madam Clinton. No feelings. You're not a woman right now—you're a full-blooded political animal. Got it?"

As a seasoned politician with more tricks up his sleeve than most, Clinton really had taught her a lot. That was one reason she tolerated his infidelity—this skirt-chasing husband of hers was still the most popular President in U.S. history. Even after the "Zippergate" scandal, people still loved him.

Yes, she was a political animal.

And political animals don't have emotions.

They're just cold, calculating vote machines.

Hillary reminded herself silently.

The next day, news outlets friendly to Hillary published a statent from her:

"I support Senator Obama's decision to choose Biden as his running mate. Biden is a good man, an intelligent man, a man of rich experience. I know him well, and I know he's devoted his life to fighting against social injustice and economic inequality."

"So I ask everyone to support him the way you supported . Senator Obama is the candidate I endorse—he must beco our next President. Whether or not you previously voted for or for him, now is the ti to unite. We must form one party with one goal. We are on the sa team. We cannot afford to sit on the sidelines and let this mont slip away..."

"Well?" Hillary handed the newspaper to Clinton, who, for once, had stayed in that morning.

He read it quickly, then recited the entire piece verbatim without missing a single word.

"Absolutely brilliant, babe!"

Hillary felt a twinge of jealousy.

Goddamn, that mory...

Then she heard his voice again, whispering in her ear, "So... how about another round?"

"What the hell, are you a breeding boar or sothing?!"

Monts later, strange sounds echoed from their bedroom.