Sure enough, out the front door came Clinton. He walked to his limo which was now waiting in front of the mansion. We loudly booed him all the way while his adoring crowd from the fundraiser stood outside without cheering for him.
Clinton stood at the door to the limo, looked over at us and started laughing and clapping his hands in an effort to downplay the combined effect of our booing and the messages on our signs--but the deep red anger in his face couldn't be downplayed.
I looked him in the eye from across the street and called out to him, "How much money, Bill ?"
He looked right back, paused for a few seconds, and then his eyes lit up like they did in his perjurious grand jury testimony when he thought he had found a clever way out of a tough question, "Hey, I don't know how much money y'all were paid to do this tonight," he shot back.
tgslTakoma answered for us by yelling back at Clinton, "Nothing!", as he climbed in the limo and cockily smiled at a man already sitting in the back.
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Kristinn-"After he left, we saw the front door to the mansion had opened wide. There, with his back turned, was Bill Clinton. He was saying his goodbyes to his adoring fans. tgslTakoma suggested we do the 'Cop's Cheer', which we had resited doing all evening so as not to disturb the peace of the neighborhood.
This was too good to pass up, though, so we let lose with a long, slow, loud version: "Billlll Clintonnnn.....We have you surrounded....Drop the cigarrrrr....Step awayyyy from the intern....and come out....with your pants...up !!!"
Clinton stiffened his back when he heard the FReeper chorus call his name, like he knew all the words that were to soon follow. He didn't turn around. A few of the young ladies standing in front of Clinton peered around him to see who was yelling such awfully funny things about their dreamboat.
The rest of the group in the foyer, including Clinton, froze in stunned silence as the 'Cop's Cheer" echoed in the mansion. Only when we finished, did someone get the presence of mind to shut the door.
A man crossed the street from the mansion and spoke with staytrue. He was dressed in a dark suit with a lapel pin like the Secret Service. He asked questions of staytrue like the other Secret Service agents had. But then he started arguing with me about my sign, so I asked him if he was Secret Service. He said he wasn't and then he refused to say who he was with, nor would he give us his name. He had a swarthy, enforcer look to him, but he had no problem with my taking a picture of him.
tgslTakoma warned staytrue and me that he was probably sent out to distract us, so we ignored him after that. Sure enough, out the front door came Clinton. He walked to his limo which was now waiting in front of the mansion. We loudly booed him all the way while his adoring crowd from the fundraiser stood outside without cheering for him.
Clinton stood at the door to the limo, looked over at us and started laughing and clapping his hands in an effort to downplay the combined effect of our booing and the messages on our signs--but the deep red anger in his face couldn't be downplayed.
I looked him in the eye from across the street and called out to him, "How much money, Bill ?"
He looked right back, paused for a few seconds, and then his eyes lit up like they did in his perjurious grand jury testimony when he thought he had found a clever way out of a tough question, "Hey, I don't know how much money y'all were paid to do this tonight," he shot back.
tgslTakoma answered for us by yelling back at Clinton, "Nothing !", as he climbed in the limo and cockily smiled at a man already sitting in the back.
tgslTakoma then let loose with both barrels, yelling out that he had been, "Disbarred; Impeached; Disgraceful".
The limo pulled away. Clinton looked back at us as it turned the corner. A man in another car in the diminutive motorcade yelled out his window at us as he drove off, "Religious right wing !"
The rest of Bill Clinton's fans were silent."