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Posted on 10/04/2002 12:30:20 PM PDT by AAAAA-Auto Club for Alcoholics
Bill Clinton was brilliant, dazzling, charismatic, seductive and utterly shameless. The Labour party loved nearly all of it. I bumped into a senior minister straight after the speech. "I've just been for a fag," he said. "I always like a smoke after being made love to." And that's how it felt. He wooed them all the time. He didn't stop. He cast his eyes down coyly. Then he raised his head, smiled, and scoped the audience, gazing deeply and fondly into their eyes. He is the Princess Di of world politics. It was thrilling.
They especially adored him when he warned about an unelected despot with access to weapons of mass destruction who had already dragged his own country to the brink of ruin and was now threatening the whole world.
He also had harsh words for Saddam Hussein. But there was no doubt that the real enemy, the man in the electronic cross-hairs yesterday, was George W Bush. Thank God there was one man who could still save the planet! Yes, that was the superman on his right, Tony Blair! Only he could save us from the looming holocaust!
"As an American, and as a citizen of the world, I am glad Tony Blair will be central to weighing the risks, and making the call," he said, implying that he and he alone might manage to halt that demented freak in the White House.
Sadly, most Labour delegates do not share his admiration for their leader. But it didn't matter.
They decided to forgive him anyway, right up to the point that, during the standing ovation, he gave Peter Mandelson a big, full-on, force the breath out of your body and send your lunch flying, whopping great bear hug. You could hear the clapping pause. He's hugging Mandy, they thought. How could he?
But even that couldn't ruin the occasion. Now that Mr Blair is so popular in America, and Mr Clinton so well-loved here, the time has come for a swap.
Why not? He seemed to say that he himself was already a Labour member. "We're still a party of positive change!" he said.
It would be a terrific deal. He even likes Blackpool, or so he claimed in the first great shameless passage. He said he loved the McDonald's on the front, which sounded absurd till you realise that by Blackpool standards, this offers Michelin-starred gourmet dining.
He was introduced by Tony Blair, who got a foot-stomping, standing ovation, far warmer than he had on Tuesday. But this time he was telling them something they wanted to hear: Bill Clinton was on next. He arrived and they flashed their famous smiles. Never has there been such a spectacular display of dentistry from that podium, such a combo of historic gnashers. TV lights fused in the glare. The prime minister retreated. He knows when he is beaten.
"Conference, Clinton, Bill. Arkansas CLP," he said, the perfect little joke, mixing grace with the delegates' own self-obsession.
Then he started the speech, low and husky, intimate and caressing. The little secret smiles, each implying it was directed just at you.
He told us that he loved this country, which had given him the two best years of his life. Really? How would he have felt about us if he had inhaled! He just loved the third way. They managed to love him for loving it, even thought they themselves can't stand it.
They adored his hatred of the Tories. "I want you to know - the 'compassion' is the rhetoric, the 'conservatism' is the reality." He flattered them. He flattered Tony Blair. He flattered them for loving Tony Blair, and they didn't even care that they don't.
He ended to great gusts and gales of applause and cheering and ecstasy.
If this was a tabloid paper I'd write: "He was a machine! He scored 10 out of 10 in the sack."
Considering Tony Blair has been consistently our only European ally since 9-11, I wouldn't wish this on him.
Let France have him.
Lest Americans ever forget why the clintons, and all their enablers need to be hectored, hounded, and harried into silence, until "clintonese is only spoken in Hell," look here:
The Holiday *Best* of Bill Clinton & his Friends!
-Some old strange clinton "stuff"--
| Liars-- and Sleaze, Incorporated... ( my files on the clintons and friends ) |
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Maybe we can get them to also keep his book there as well.
Clintoon's book will be published by Alfred Knopf Publishing.
“Knopf” is 13th Century German for “ incredibly stupid buyer of other peoples’ garbage.” Knopf is a very old publishing house best known for such early classics as
“How to Enjoy The Inquisition” by Father Torquemada
“You Get My Point?” by Vlad the Impaler
“Guillotine Maintenance and Repair” by Citizen Robespierre
Three of their more recent offerings are “PeeWee Herman’s Movie Guide,” “Gary Condit’s Guide to Picking Up Chicks” and “Compared to Us, Ponzi Was a Freakin’ Choirboy” co-authored by Gary Winnick, Ken Lay and Terry McAuliffe.
All available in a dumpster or landfill near you!
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