And then, of course, there was Marsha Scott. She was what the Japanese call an “office wife.” Often the relationship is non-sexual, but of course, in Clinton’s case, it had to be for him to accept it.
She was the one Slick could “cry to.” If he ever loved any woman for more than a semester, it was probably her.
The night Vince Foster died (let’s not go there again...) in his own words, Clinton spent the night “crying in her arms.”
Everyone tries to make such a bid deal about the Clinton’s sexual escapades. Here in DC it’s long understood.
Bill and Hillary were, (and to a lesser extent, still are) “business partners.” They feed off each other. Each is where they are, in part, only because of the other.
Monica was one of many, many dozens if not not hundreds of women bedded by Bill.
Likewise, Hillary had her one “see, the plumbing works” baby, then went back to her girlfriends. Huma is by no means the first, but is probably the longest lasting. It’s just generally understood here that they truly love each other. (in a way gays do) ... and that’s better than Bill’s daily but different nooners.
The conversation went like this: Clinton wants to run for president. You kidding me? With his woman problem? Yeah, he sleeps with anything wearing a skirt. I don't see how he could ever think of running for president.
The Clintons, and the Obamas for that matter, are just huge fakes with fake marriages, fake birth stories, you name it. It doesn't bother them to lie their asses off so that power finds them and they can lord it all over us.
Dear Jesus, will you please rid us of these loathsome pests?