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 of 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.

If the Democrats dump Biden, and I think they’re going to have to, good ole Hill will be on the shortlist. If she runs, I will dedicate this space to raining hell on her campaign. The Clintons are corrupt beyond words. Hillary is evil, vindictive, and profane. 

As a result, I wrote this.