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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