Posted on 10/17/2003 11:12:44 PM PDT by buzzyboop
Edited on 04/13/2004 2:03:11 AM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
Like it or not, sports fans, the Bill Clinton books are never going to stop coming in your lifetimes. The newest look back at the rude and raunchy era of Bill & Hillary's rule is taken by National Review editor Rich Lowry, whose "Legacy: Paying the Price for the Clinton Years" is built around Lowry's forthright, surprising and often critical interviews with about 25 former Clinton administration officials, media spinners and Friends of Bill.
(Excerpt) Read more at pittsburghlive.com ...
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He liked the challenge of conning someone into becoming a follower.
How much time and effort was and still is being wasted on dealing with one man's character flaws and mental illness...
I wish he would just go away. He should be treated just like John Lennon's assasin: never mention his name, never talk about him - EVER!
ODE TO BILL CLINTON: Bill, You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You canker. You're a sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You're a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt.
You're a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You're a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You're a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You're are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You're vile, worthless, less than nothing. You're a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You're a snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set him loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood.
May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You're grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You're foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you.
You're unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion have to us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You're a waste of flesh. You're ridiculous and obnoxious. You're the moral equivalent of a leech. You're a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You're sour and senile. You're a disease, a puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You're deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You're dank and filthy. You're asinine and benighted. You're the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You're a smarmy lagerlout git.
You're a clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You're a fiend and a coward. You're a degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
Bill Clinton DID have principles, it's just that he couldn't reveal them.
I'm the same age as Clinton, and I too was a lefty who used to sit around with others in "the movement", as we called ourselves, and dream and PLOT for the day when we could get one of our own into the White House. We knew that we would have to find a special person, a chameleon, who could, while cloaking our real agenda of neutering the "military industrial complex" and achieving our utopian socialist vision, tell the people pretty much what they wanted to hear while his ACTIONS would serve our cause.
If you pay attention to Clinton's ACTIONS while in office, you will realize that he never betrayed that vision spawned decades ago.
To assess what was Bill Clinton in the light of his character alone falls well short of what we need to understand about the fact that he had principles, he had an agenda, he remained true to the original socialist vision, especially in light of the fact that we face the possible return of Bill Clinton to the White House in the spectre of Hillary's ascension to the Presidency. It's the only reason they're still married.
This actually may be more damning of Hillary than Bill. What exactly does she get out of the relationship?
Roughly eight years and a couple of trillion dollars...
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