Hillary Clinton should probably be happy everyone's busy laughing at her urgent "gefilte fish" email.

Hillary Clinton should probably be happy everyone's busy laughing at her urgent "gefilte fish" email.
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It wasn't the classified info anyone was looking for, but it is the chuckle we needed.

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Need I say more?

This email is the best piece of unintentional comedy to come out of the 2016 race, and I'm including Donald Trump in that calculation. There's just something so bizarre yet understated about demanding to know "Where are we on this?" on an email with the simple subject line of "gefilte fish." It has the sublime weirdness of a Far Side cartoon mixed with the dry wit of a...well, a New Yorker cartoon. Except it's text.

Gefilte fish, if you don't know, is A) an appetizer served at many Jewish holidays and gatherings which is widely seen as unappetizing due to the fact that it's a balled-up wad of some kind of white fish with onions, eggs, and bread crumbs, and B) really fun to say.

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This photo is from 1985. Those jars are probably still there.
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So what's the story behind this email? Sadly, it was neither an attempt to get out of eating the dreaded fish dish at a Passover seder nor her ordering underlings to get the best goddamn gefilte fish out there for an important diplomat. It was just Hillary doing her job as Secretary of State and checking on a minor trade dispute.

Apparently, a large cargo ship packed to the gills with 400,000 lbs of Illinois carp (to be turned into gefilte fish) was idling off the shores of Israel. Passover was approaching and the carp wasn't getting any younger, but Israel's trade agreement with the US puts a 120% tariff on carp to protect local farmers. No one had told Illinois, for some reason, but now the ship was there and Hillary worked around the clock to get an exception to the tariff for the ship.

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In the end, the ship docked, Passover happened, and no one touched the gefilte fish anyway, because gross. Oh yeah, and everyone forgot about her other emails.

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