Ahhhhhhhh, Helen, Helen, Hell-en (hehe)....all this venom simply because Dick doesn't pat your bum and invite you over for cocktails? Maybe pizza? Shiiiiiiiiiiiucks, sweetie, it just isn't party time when the grown-ups are in office, is it? Bet ya miss those good ol klintons, hey, with all the gooky, swarmy back room get togethers and tidbits of scoops meant to keep ya happy and writing those positive reports. Darn it.
You really are missing the WH, aren't ya girl? Go over to visit ol Hillary right there off Massachusetts Ave and take in the WH memorabilia she stole (I'm sure she still has some of it) and perhaps your yearnings will be satisfied.
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07/28/2005 11:56:05 AM PDT by
Republic
(Our Father in Heaven touched the Pope, who KNEW of Terri, Terri got her mass, VATICAN STYLE!)