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I'm skeptical of the hideaway/Livingstone theory. Foster leaves work, saying I'm going for lunch, back soon, knowing he's got dinner plans with the wife. He brought the gun to work with him that morning and nobody thinks he's on edge that day. Livingstone happens to go the hideaway on the exact day and almost hour Foster pulls the trigger. (Or Foster calls Livingstone to arrange a cleanup).

Livingstone thinks he could be blamed for the death and panics. Or Livingstone decides a cleanup is needed and that he and/or Kennedy can do the job. Somebody thinks the oven mitt is a good idea.

Do we know if anyone ever identified the oven mitt as Foster's? It seems unlikely that someone decided, as the cleanup is in progress, that they would go to Foster's house, excuse themselves from any family members present, and borrow an oven mitt.

If the mitt was gone earlier in the day, then either Foster cluttered up his briefcase or walked out of the house with the gun inside in the mitt in his hand or somebody else planned the whole thing.

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The prudent thing would have been to destroy the pictures once, rather than take the chance that they spontaneously disappear into the wrong hands at any point in time. The risk is that you need to produce the pictures in the future. Given the acquiescent nature of the press, it's not a big risk.

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I don't think we will get the goods on this crime family. I think it's more likely somebody else will think they're not getting their fair share, say Howard Dean, for instance. Or Tom Daschle. Or Charles Schumer. Or a Chinese general. Dick Gephardt. Ralph Nader. Ted Kennedy.

Mrs. Clinton says to Wesley Clark, why don't I run as your veep, thinking I can always arrange an Arkancide if I don't like the way things are running. Clark accepts her wonderful idea, thinking I'll be President, I can Arkancide her first, her Secret Service agents will hesitate just a little bit before protecting her.

Or Mrs. Clinton decides the best way to boost her popularity is to be the grieving widow.

Or Mrs. Clinton decides the best way to boost her election chances is to take a crack at Mr. Bush. Whether she succeeds or not, Mr. Bush's team decides enough is enough and the orders are given.

If the Clintons were to slash their wrists or hang themselves or blow their brains out or fly into the side of a mountain or all of the above, who would question the tragedy of the suicide?

You've been thinking about this, from the evidence on the threads you referenced, at least as long as me

The Clintonian world is so convoluted that to be drawn into deconstructing it is to force yourself to think like them, which for us, is a hard thing. So I'll go with today.

Today I believe that Foster was despondent and killed himself, probably in the White House. If he were on a tape leaving the grounds of his own accord, we'd have seen that tape as it would underscore the Fort Marcy Park theory. We haven't, it doesn't.

I'm inclined to believe that he was discovered by someone Clinton-friendly (Susan Thomases, Nussbaum) who could be trusted to be quiet. I halfway believe he offed himself with pills or cocaine (had he passed a drug test- remember THAT scandal?) rather than a gun.

The bullet was, in this theory, post-mortem, thus reducing the mess and making death 'obvious' to throw off the drug connection. Imagine the scandal of a top-Clinton operative ODing in the WH would have raised!

Someone else (Kennedy, Livingstone) took charge of the body, rolled it in a carpet and tossed it into the back of a station wagon or delivery truck. They went 'offsite', rearranged things (bullet), maybe brought in a 'pro' and headed over to the park

The problem then was keeping the lid on. IIRC, Linda Tripp was in the White House at the time and was among the last to see Foster alive that day. So we know there was a small circle of knowledge.

That she knows nothing about it tells me I probably won't ever, either.

But I have a theory of the afterlife: when you die, you go to a big waiting room that has a large TV scree, VCR and a big coffee-table book that's titled 'Life's Mysteries'

That's when I'll figure all this shite out.