Cindy Adams writes:
BILL CLINTON. Of whom you have (endlessly) heard. As I've reported, he handed in his 1,000-page book, which his editors desperately wanted him to cut, but which he wouldn't, but which cleverly got winnowed down to 950 pages because, as Knopf might've put it, "Honey, we shrunk the type." Well, guess what? The old boy's got more in him — and we are not speaking of Monica here.
On account of he was terminally squeezed to hack out some of his maunderings and meanderings, stuff's left over which he doesn't want left over. I mean the man stuck in everything but maybe a passing conversation with some pro in a men's room in Arkansas. William Jefferson has heretofore and forthwith predetermined he has at least — at least — two more books left in him. Two more. Two. Understand, his original handed-in draft, and he was still at that moment writing and adding, ran 2,400 pages. Not even Methuselah's life was that full.
Former President Clinton is, as we speak, already in first-stage negotiations for the next installments.
How many times did toon tell us that money means nothing to him?
GWB and Ronald Reagan made their fortunes BEFORE running for office.
Toon made his fortune BY being president.