If you speak at college commencement exercises and the graduates refuse to shake your hand....you might be a Clinton.
If your own dog tries to castrate you, you might be a Clinton.
If you think vandalising the white house and airforce one is harmless fun, you might be a Clinton.
If you think part of the job description of a secret service agent is recruiting sleazy women for your pleasure...you are probably a Clinton.
If you go to church while visiting Africa and the priest refuses to give you communion, you might be a Clinton.
If you ever tried to upstage the pope...you might be a Clinton.
If your own church asks you to disassociate yourself from it, you might be a Clinton.
If there is a fleabag motel in western Arkansas with weatherworn lettering on a marquee that reads :Pre id t Bil l C l int on slept her e"...you are definitely a Clinton.
If you carry Penthouse magazine to church in a hollowed out Bible and get morality counseling from Jesse Jackson...you might be a Clinton.
I couldn't resist.