Betsy stepping out into the light of day, emerging from the darkness that Trump still lives in, thinking whatever she did while she was in that darkness will stay there, as if shedding a cocoon that would reveal the beautiful elegant butterfly she must see herself as.
Heh, fat chance Betsy, the stench and stain you luxuriated yourself in while in that dark place is branded on your forehead and nothing you say or do will ever get it off.
Showing some regret and remorse will only make things worse for you seeing as if you took that job for status and self-enrichment to begin with.
Buh-by witch bitch of the rich, hope to see every policy you instigated there go out the back door with you.