"I understand the urgency Mr. Shamir, and it only grows by the hour, but President Dole is still indisposed in private consultations. Wait, I just heard the flush ... yes, I'll have him on the line shortly."
Bill Clinton, I'll guarantee you ... was prowling the White House confines EVERY night at 3 a.m. Jesse Ventura revealed that Clinton woke him up at 2:30 am and sent a car over to Ventura's hotel to bring him to the WH so they could smoke some Cuban stogies and the most powerful man in the world wouldn't feel sad, friendless and alone.
Can you imagine the Hollywood pricks, pseudo-pals and freaked out women who received plaintive phone calls from the bubba POTUS at 4 a.m.? "Hi, Demi. Oh, Bruce is up too? OK, just wanted to say hi. Love your work, Bruce's too." "Hey, Tiger, it's Bill Clinton. It's one of the perks, I can get anyones number. OK, well, play that Masters like I always told you that you could tomorrow morning. Oh, it's Sunday at 4 am... well, be a champion today then! Huh ... ah .... CLICK" "Monica, I miss your eyes ..." "Markie, I need to see you, I'll arrange an L.A. trip, no Hillary or risk this time ..." "Stanley, I've been thinking about your proposal and Cheryl and that Klein creep can get you on the ground floor of that fatgirl diet lawsuit." I want to see those phone records someday.
We're lucky to be alive. Reagan, Bush the "Eh" and Bush the "Outtamyway" all were/are snoozing by 11 p.m. sharp. I am comforted by that. At 3 a.m.'s lonely chime, Carter was trembling in fear and powerlessness, and Clinton was speed dialing Elanor Mondale and Denise Rich.