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Hillary Clinton to use larger podium than Donald Trump at first debate to make up for height disadvantage: report

26 September 2016 Daily News Election


Hillary Clinton says that we’re “stronger together,” but even she can’t deny Donald Trump is taller.

The Democratic nominee, who is 5-foot-4, has apparently enlisted the help of a raised podium for the first presidential debate against Donald Trump, who is 6-foot-3, Monday night, photos of the two podiums show.

According to WABC’s Rita Cosby, one of the two podiums inside the debate hall at Hofstra University, in Hempstead, N.Y., is larger than the other.

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  • Pompano Queen1

    ha ha ha .. now that’s funny! What does she think that will accomplish?

    • Captain Obvious ✓ᴰᵉᵖˡᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ

      It’s all for visual effects. Total bullshit if you ask me. We all know the Hildabitch is going to try and cheat by any means necessary.

      • Pompano Queen1

        LOL @ visual effects. I’m 4′ 11″ and if I were in her shoes, I wouldn’t order a raised podium!

        • Captain Obvious ✓ᴰᵉᵖˡᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ

          I think we’re in for a major shit show. My wife and I will be drinking Cuban coffee at dinner so we can stay up for the whole thing. I’m excited

          • Pompano Queen1

            I hope that I can make it! If not I’ll watch it in the morning once I get here. There are a lot of people excited about this debate. They need to keep medics very close for Killary!

          • Captain Obvious ✓ᴰᵉᵖˡᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ

            She asked for breaks and was denied. I’m gonna try and find a list of her requests.

          • Pompano Queen1

            OK…. When I read that they had to stand… I laughed so hard! Killary’s bad day just got worse.

        • Charles___Darwin

          Just farther to fall if she faints.

          • Pompano Queen1

            LOL… there you are Charles! What do you mean “if”?

          • We should implement a poll for each debate on here to take virtual bets on what will happen. I’d do it now, but I actually have to get some work done today. The owner here is a real asshole. Lmao

          • Pompano Queen1

            Good idea!

      • EarnitYourself

        Will she be bringing her booster stool to shake hands with foreign leaders if she gets elected? Of course not. So why not show the American voters reality. Oh, heck. What am I saying?

        • Pompano Queen1

          LOL! What are you saying?

          • $8.95 Wordpress Website!

            He thinks you are Ghey.

          • EarnitYourself

            I caught myself suggesting Hillary show reality….

          • Pompano Queen1

            I know… do you have a fever?

        • Captain Obvious ✓ᴰᵉᵖˡᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ

          I’m willing to bet there are going to be some invisible puppet strings hanging from the ceiling to keep her up.

        • Lt Bil Drat

          Her booster stool was that pile of shit Huma Abedin. She’s gone.

  • $8.95 Wordpress Website!

    lol

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