I thought that was Janet Reno at first glance. And my first thought after read it was "she's bucking for Attorney general in the next democRat Administration"
Now, as much as I support Bush and laud him for the good things he has done, and as much as I understand that by being the anti-partisan he is winning the partisan war the same way he did in Texas, there is something just plain wrong in the way he has let the Justice Department let Clinton and now Torricelli off the hook.
Maybe there was no way to get a conviction on Clinton (due to the probability that no jury would ever convict him). But the Torch?
Overall, I am still happy with the President. But so far his Justice Department has disappointed me (and Mary Jo White counts as his Justice Department since he left her on).
I couldn't agree with you more. CLEAN THE HOUSE!!!!
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"My client had nothing to do with the low-rent, trailer-park trash politicians who infested our country for the past eight years."
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--Michael Rosen, lawyer for Thomas Gambino, son of late Mafia boss Carlo Gambino -
New York Post via The Wall Street Journal
(Michael Rosen was understandably eager to distance his client, a convicted loan shark, from the clintons. Another Thomas Gambino reportedly paid $50,000 to roger clinton in an unsuccessful effort to get a pardon for his father, Rosario Gambino.),
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- It was Robert Torricelli…right before his eyes
- It was Robert Torricelli…who's quite small in size
- He had poured much money into his campaign
- But now what he was seeing's quite insane
- It was Robert Torricelli…that worthless lump
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- (La-la-la-la-la)
- It's Robert Torricelli…it's Robert Torricelli
- It's Robert Torricelli…that worthless lump
- ----doug from upland
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- THE GODFATHER -- Part XXXVIII
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- by Edward Zehr
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- ______________________
Scene: Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li's suite in the Senate Office Building. -
- [Enter Clinton]
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: [pinching his cheek] Beely-boy, paisano, howa-
- you-doin' uh?
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- Clinton: [kisses his ring] My respects, Don Torricelli.
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: [speaking in a hoarse, high-pitched whisper]
- You know-a da boys here -- "Dungheap" Harkin an' "Doofus" Dodd, da
- lowa half-a da waitress samwich. [Head jerks in their direction].
- Da uddah half couldn' make it ta-day.
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- Clinton: I keep tellin' him not to mix booze and coke.
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- "Doofus" Dodd: [muttering] No respect -- evah since dat aftanoon
- at La Brasserie I don't get no respect.
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- "Dungheap" Harkin: What a pile-a dung! I tole ya ta keep ya paws
- offa-da help till afta hou-was, ya big doofus.
-
- [Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li casts a stern look in their direction --
- the two wiseguys pipe down].
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: So, what bringa-you here to see you old
- God-Fatha, huh? [playfully mussinng his hair] You in trouble over
- la ragazza again? Huh? Uh? [leers knowingly]
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- Clinton: [looking worried] I'm worried, Godfather. They're talking
- to Monica again. They've got six Jane Does warming up in the
- bullpen. Six! Whatamigonnado, Godfather, whatamigonnado?
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: [looking VERY annoyed] HEY! hey -- whats
- alla dis whatamigonnado, whatamigonnado? Whatta you God-Fatha
- teacha YOU, huh? You KNOW whachu gotta do. You senda wiseguy around
- ta break bot-a dere legs. Ya remembah how we take care-a dat
- mout'piece in Liddle-Rock -- da one wid' da tapes-a you at Gennifuh's
- pad?
-
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- Clinton: B-but, but . . .
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: But? BUT? Hey look, paisan' -- I know you gotta
- position ta uphold. You gotta image ta considah. Dis is a matta
- f'la famiglia. You tella you God-Fatha da problem -- we
- fixa f'you, Okay?
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- Clinton: But you can't break all of their legs -- how would it
- look?
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: [looking grievously wronged] BEELY, Beely,
- Beely -- what great wrong did I doa-ta you, dat you treat me wid
- such disrespect? Now you gonna teacha me my bidniss -- huh?
- [in a cold tone of voice] You remembah Vin-CHEN-zo, right?
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- Clinton: [looking scared] Yes, Godfather.
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: He hada biga mout'. He gonna talka
- bout da blood-a-drive, right?
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- Clinton: Yes, Godfather.
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: We fixa f'you, okay? No blood-a-spatta, no
- broken-a-teeth, no crime-a-scene photos, no x-a-ray. We provide-a
- da drop-a gun. (No charge). We laya him out nice & neat -- very
- professional, very discrete. You gotta complaint?
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- Clinton: No, Godfather.
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: Good. You do-need-ta worry about no Jane Does.
- I make-a-dem an offa dey cannot refuse, capish?
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- Clinton: Yes, Godfather.
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- Don Tor~r~-i-CHE-li: [pinching his ear] You-a goodboy, Beely.
- Give-a my regards ta-da wife.
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- Clinton: [kisses his ring and withdraws].
-
- [CUT]
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- It's not easy to play fair against Mr. and Mrs. Clinton, who, in the words of the authors, "operated like a crime family, expecting friends and aides to protect them even against their own best interests." What's amazing, of course, is that's exactly what Clinton friends and aides have always done, from Susan McDougal to Webster Hubbell to flocks of nameless White House special assistants. Even Jim McDougal died just in time to deprive the independent counsel of a key witness against Mrs. Clinton, thus derailing what the authors report to have been her likely indictment for perjury and obstruction related to the Whitewater investigation....
Reading the tumultuous events of the Lewinsky probe in a comprehensive narrative is unlike attempting to make sense of it in daily doses. Something different comes through the heavy accumulation of detail of, for example, the duplicity of the Justice Department, or the sharklike behavior of the White House. One begins to get a choking sense of the atmosphere of corruption and ruthlessness the Clintons inhabit -- and, worse, have forced the rest of us to inhabit. Taken in one piece, the habitual, even casual abuse of power on display begins to resemble conditions one normally associates with a state of totalitarianism, where such concepts as truth and justice are only paid lip service. In the end, then, it makes you wonder when there will be fresh air again.
- -----Crime-family values
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- The only way they can win is to convince people that we're space aliens.
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--bill clinton -
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- Peggy Noonan's excellent piece in yesterday's Wall Street Journal is really the story of the death of democracy. At its core it is the description of the human double helix gone terribly awry, of a denatured protein grotesquely twisted, of two mutant, tangled strands of DNA, the basest imaginable of base pairs linked permanently, as firmly as guanine to cytosine, bill inexorably to hillary and conversely, doing what they do best, and doing it relentlessly.
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- Killing.
- Killing insidiously.
- Killing as they pose and pander and feel our pain.
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- My only complaint is with Peggy Noonan's title.
- The Mad Boomer, doesn't begin to capture candidate clinton considered separately or even taken as the self-anointed "twofer," permanently conjoined at that cavity conspicuously empty except for ego, that place where brain and soul and guts and heart normally reside.
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- This is not to say that she -- that they -- are not both quite mad and of that self-indulgent, arrogantly, ignorantly solipsistic age sandwiched flatly between yesterday's innocence and tomorrow's insouciance. Rather, it is that their madness and their boomerism don't even begin to explain their noxious influence: The cloying, internally inconsistent clinton calculus. The unspoken clinton threats. They permeate the atmosphere like a coiling miasma, choking off all freedom.
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- Even in New York.
- Especially in New York.
- When she wrote "The New Colossus," Emma Lazarus hardly had in mind this pair of mutant, deadly, twisted aliens.
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- So forget Arkansas-Illinois carpetbaggery and standard issue muckraking. The clintons are aliens of quite another sort. They are extrinsic, not of this world. They are inhuman. They are dehumanizing.
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- You may recall that the first act of this story of two degenerates maintained by iterating idiots, farce of farce ad infinitum, was generated quite by accident by iterated AlGoreRhythm, who, it should be noted, is now himself the object of iterated calculation by said degenerates who want iteration 2004 all for themselves.
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- And thus the odd bit of bloody Gore in Act II: The ugly sight of a corrupt, bottom-heavy hillary self-impaled on the horns of a Treason-Dilemma- masquerading-as-a-Third-Term-Dilemma-masquerading-as-a-Senate-stampede, for example, or bill's recent unsolicited, underwhelming Times interview on the Gore candidacy.
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- Act I was called "The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover." Ostensibly the tale of the wife of a bloodthirsty crime boss who finds romance with a bland bookseller between courses at her husband's restaurant, it was in fact the Thyestean and moveable -- yet unmoving -- feast of hillary clinton at her husband's sham restitution. (Note the reciprocity. The sham restitution in Act II is all hillary's.)
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- Food, color coding, sex, murder, torture and cannibalism were the exotic (if mostly horizontal) fare in this beautifully filmed but brutally uncompromising modern memoir which passed as ancient fable about nouveau riche rapacity.
- Not for the faint at heart, Purple Hearts or queazy stomachs, this depiction of the gross debasement of America was heavily peppered with irony and dark humor throughout.
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- Although she baked no cookies, didn't do illicit land or cattle deals and stood by no man, hillary clinton starred in the triple role of the Cook, the Thief and his Wife. Her lover was played at once vaporously and in workmanlike fashion by the ghost of Eleanor Roosevelt, with Janet Reno, between her stints rendering intermittent injustice for the Husband, as the reliable stand-in. Sidney Blumenthal was the stand-in for the Cook and Craig Livingstone the stand-in for the Thief. The last-minute addition of Christopher Hitchens as the snitch was a stroke of absolute genius notwithstanding its cerebral accident, its predictable-if-perfect pitch and its facile alliteration.
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- Although Act I had no rating, the new clinton soccer-mom directive will require a photo ID for any viewer without independent proof of illegal alien DNC or DNA sequencing.
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- In Act II, rabid anti-clinton voters, roughly 33% of the U.S. populace according to as-yet-unpodded pollsters, become increasingly aware that they are disappearing in droves and being replaced by alien pod replicas which have their physical attributes but lack all anti-clinton affect.
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- If Act I was a thinly veiled allegory about naked clintonism, then Act II is a parable about the plan for world domination by the Establishment, aged hippies in pinstripes all, with their infantile, solipsistic world view amazingly untouched by time.
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INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS
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- HEY, HEY MARY JO!
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- by Mia T
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- So many pardons 4 sale.
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- So many rodhams & clintons to nail.
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- Hey, hey Mary Jo!
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- Can you spell R-I-C-O?
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"If Daschle wants to enhance his party's standing, he ought to consider holding some hearings on whether we're stocked up on smallpox vaccine."
Too late Tall Tom! They just discovered 100 million or so frozen smallpox vaccination doses.
I think the DNC must have set off the Mummy's curse. It must suck being a Democrat right now. Most rational people wouldn't trust the Democrats with an investgation into whether the cat was let out.
