Shortly after Bill Clinton was sworn in as President, the Democratic Party became nothing more than a single arm of the growing parasitic Clinton octopus. The weak Democratic appendage was firmly cemented to the gelatinous Clinton body when the 900 or so raw FBI files ended up in the hands of that portly man of mystery, Craig Livingstone. You remember Craig, he was the one man no one in Bill and Hilary's open charnel house could remember hiring, what he did, or how he managed to procure those doggone files. But the files went back, Livingstone left, I presume, and...