An Associated Press photograph captures Bill Clinton loping down the Ipanema Beach promenade in Rio de Janeiro. He’s dressed in shapeless shorts and a baggy T-shirt that swells across his potbelly. Over his sternum are the words “Harlem, 125th Street.” Passersby who recognized him began to follow him about. Bill ducked into the Blue Man beachwear boutique and purchased two of those tiny Brazilian bikinis for which the Rio beaches are memorable. No doubt he bought them for Madame Clinton, his life’s companion. Liberated at last from her trademark cadet-style skirt suits with their padded shoulders and their stiff stovepipe collars, this presidential hopeful and aspiring future commander-in-chief can finally expand to her full feminine glory. It’s a delicious comeuppance for her high school classmates who used to call her “Sister Frigidaire.”
Mr. Clinton continues to do what he has done ever since the dawn of his protracted adolescence: he is campaigning for Bill Clinton. It’s a compulsion. His oft married mother, Virginia Cassidy Blythe Clinton Dwire Kelly, once said of her sons, “Bill and Roger and I are all alike in that way. When we walk into a room, we want to win the room over. If there are one hundred people in that room and ninety-nine of them love us and one doesn’t, we’ll spend the night trying to figure out why that one hasn’t been enlightened.” How sad.
Clinton’s desperate desire to please everyone is typical of children whose lives were shaped by abusive alcoholics. So are his pathetic dependencies, his notorious temper tantrums, his pouting self-doubting, his compulsive, emotionally vacant sexuality and his relentless politicking. Bill never knew his father or even who his father was. His mother had named him Billy Blythe, but anyone who could count backward from nine could figure out that Bill Blythe, Sr. was far away in Italy fighting the Germans at the moment of Bill’s conception. In any case, Bill Blythe was still a married man with children when he married Virginia Cassidy on September first 1943, so his marriage to Virginia was illegal and Little Bill’s birth was illegitimate under Arkansas law. In May of 1946 this traveling salesman swerved off the highway while driving south from Chicago. He staggered from his car, possibly drunk, and flopped face down in a rain-filled ditch and drowned. Virginia was three months pregnant.
Little Bill was raised in his early years by his maternal grandmother, while his mother attended nursing school. Virginia quickly married her second husband, Roger Clinton, who was an inveterate gambler, womanizer and violent drunk. Little Bill spent his youth with Virginia and Roger in Hot Springs, which was renowned for its casinos and whorehouses. Mobsters loved the place. Virginia turned a pretty penny by specializing in the genital hygiene of the town’s legion of whores. Bill was never adopted by Roger Clinton. Bill gave himself the name Clinton well after Virginia was divorced from Roger. Billy Blyth simply assumed the name Clinton to serve his own purposes. Bill Clinton was, in short, a mutt. Who would have guessed that one day his paid henchmen would be disparaging his victims as “trailer trash.” But, hey! This is America, where any relentless self-promoter can aspire to positions of abusive influence.
At Yale young Bill never missed an opportunity to tell others that he was destined for great things. It never entered his mind that at Yale, where he was surrounded by so many promising young people, it might be considered boorish to blurt such things. It was at Yale that Bill met his future political nanny, Hillary Rodham.
As the young governor of Arkansas, Bill preferred to wile away his days in the governor’s mansion chatting with friends and playing pinball. Hillary scolded him daily for being a wastrel. In 1980 the Arkansas voters, most of whom were displeased with Clinton’s in-your-face tax increases and broken promises, gave the governorship to Frank White in an upset victory. White had trailed Clinton by 15 points almost to election day. Clinton was stunned. His ingrained narcissism would not allow him to see the voters’ rejection of him for what it was. As his friends recalled, he wept uncontrollably as defeat approached on election eve and again on election night. As usual, Clinton would not admit to making any mistakes. In his deep denial he claimed that the voters had not meant to reject him; they had only meant to “send him a message.” Then he fell apart.
Bill received job offers such as the directorship of Norman Lear’s leftist lobby People for the American Way, but he couldn’t stir himself from his funk. He was offered the chairmanship of the Democratic National Committee, but it had lost its luster after an election in which Ronald Reagan stomped Jimmy Carter flatter than a cockroach at a flamenco festival.
Clinton became obsessed by the voters’ rejection of him. He wandered the aisles of Food Emporium and accosted strangers with inquires about why he had been discarded. Hillary dubbed these pathetic interrogatories “confessionals in the supermarket aisles.” Clinton’s need for personal approval became intense. His pursuit of extramarital sexual affairs became more indiscriminate. Bill was psychologically incapable of taking responsibility for his compulsive womanizing. “What am I supposed to do about these women who throw themselves at me?” he asked several friends. The thought of resisting temptation never entered his un-evolved adolescent head.
Clinton took note of the fact that Frank White had often mentioned his membership in a non-denominational fundamentalist church. After his stinging defeat Bill made a point of attending the Immanuel Baptist Church in Little Rock where the Sunday service was telecast throughout Arkansas. He joined the choir and always stood behind the minister so that he would be captured by the television camera. In truth, Bill Clinton was indifferent to personal reform. He was incapable of learning anything from his mistakes. Given his character flaws, his tawdry presidency was as predictable as any drama by Sophocles. Bill was born to stumble.
After he had won the highest office in America, he could not stop himself from campaigning. He was forever peddling his personal self; he nurtured a cult of personality. This became known as “the permanent campaign.” To finance his second presidential campaign he looted the general fund that was established to bankroll the campaigns of all Democratic congressmen. To smooth their ruffled feathers, Clinton spent a big chunk of his second term doing what he enjoyed the most: glad-handing, speech making, kicking his charm offensive into high gear, all for the alleged purpose of replacing the purloined funds. He raised a fortune from his adoring fans. His political party had long ago ceased to attract the sort of person who would recoil from his essential ethos. Bill Clinton had become the avatar of Democratic Party “values.”
When their two terms were up, Bill and Hillary were evicted from the White House by statute. The tabloids had a romp itemizing each piece of White House furniture the sticky-fingered Clintons had trucked off to Chappaqua. The list included a table, chairs, a rug, three sofas, an ottoman and lamps with a total value of $28,000. All these things had been donated to the National Parks Service as contributions to the White House. Removing them from the White House was the moral equivalent of removing paintings from the National Gallery.
Bill cast his glow over Chappaqua for about a heartbeat and then he split for the bright lights of the Big Apple. He desired an office, a World Headquarters of Bill, which, in his estimation, was proportional to his personal grandeur. He selected a space in the Carnegie Towers that would cost the taxpayers $800,000 a year, more than the digs of all other living former presidents combined. Bill was definitely not feeling our pain. Again the tabloids howled.
In need of acceptance, Bill headed uptown to Harlem, the capitol of Black America. He stood in front of the Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. building, fittingly named after another corrupt and disgraced Democrat, and spun lies about how, as a student in the 1960s, he flew back to America, landed at La Guardia Airport and headed straight for Harlem. Never mind that La Guardia didn’t accept international flights in the 1960s. It was all of a piece with his bogus memories of Arkansas church burnings. He constantly reinvents himself in new ways and at that moment he was trying desperately to bond with black folks. “Now I feel I’m at home,” Clinton cooed to a throng of thousands. “He’s a homeboy coming home,” agreed Manthia Diawara, director of New York University’s Africana studies program. Ms Diawara added, “Clinton is cool.” Clearly, black America loved Bill Clinton. Novelist Toni Morrison had pronounced him to be America’s “first black president,” seemingly without a hint of awareness that she was validating some of the most negative stereotypes of black male behavior.
“Harlem is the president’s home,” said Clyde Williams. Clyde had become Clinton’s “domestic policy advisor.” He’s a Howard University graduate with a taste for Hugo Boss suits. Clyde’s job included managing the expectations of the Harlem community that had embraced Bill Clinton. Harlem wanted a return on its emotional investment. Lloyd Williams, president of the Greater Harlem Chamber of Commerce, said he was impatient with Mr. Clinton’s slow pace. But Clyde was upbeat. He said of Clinton, “I think he will find a way to get things done that are important to him.” That’s true enough. But decades of Clinton watching has demonstrated that what is most important to Bill Clinton is whatever will best promote Bill Clinton at that moment.
Bill Clinton pouted about his legacy. He convened a meeting in his Harlem office where the participants agreed to enlist former cabinet secretaries and other willing surrogates to tout the Clinton administration’s achievements on television talk shows. Would they actually say that seven of Clinton’s “proudest achievements” were lifted straight from Newt Gingrich’s Contract with America? Not a chance. They expressed a hope of pumping up Clinton’s profile on the lecture circuit, with particular attention paid to the college crowd which has proven to be uncritical and therefore safe. Mr. Bill announced that he wanted to play a central role in setting the agenda for the Democrats and for all his party’s aspiring candidates.
After the meeting some of the participants expressed worry that Mr. Clinton might be portrayed as someone preoccupied with his reputation and not behaving properly for a recent former president. After all, no modern president had mounted an aggressive drive to control the course of events after leaving the White House. But then again, no other former president had been so utterly immune to embarrassment. The New York Times (12/21/01) quoted one unidentified participant as saying of Clinton, “He basically said our legacy is being pummeled and we have to find ways to revive it.” And, “We concluded that the Clinton hardcore were not on message, and we had to develop a center of gravity.” He added, “They’re trying to pin the bin Laden thing on us.” The bin Laden thing?
After the flying fuel-bomb assaults on New York City and Washington that killed thousands of our countrymen, Bill Clinton told an acquaintance that he considered himself to be better prepared than George W. Bush to cope with the ensuing crisis, which begs the question: how had Bill Clinton coped with previous crises of this sort?
After the terrorist bombing of the Khobar Towers barracks in Saudi Arabia, Clinton swore that those responsible would be tracked down and brought to justice. He said the same thing after the bombings of the U.S. embassies in Kenya and Tanzania. He repeated this promise after the bomb attack on the USS Cole in Yemen. In every case his responses were ineffectual. Osama bin Laden himself has often cited the hasty withdrawal of American forces from Somalia after the death of only 18 American soldiers as a great encouragement for him to pursue further attacks on America. Osama told ABC reporter John Miller: “There is a lesson here. We are certain that we shall prevail over the Americans and over the Jews.” Clinton had refused to adequately arm his troops in Somalia. Later, at a gathering of the parents and families of the soldiers slain in Somalia, Clinton had the temerity to suggest that our fallen soldiers had been reckless and over-confident. The sorry consequence of Clinton’s insufficiently masculine stewardship of his troops in the field was captured in the film Black Hawk Down. In August of 1998 Clinton ordered U.S. destroyers to launch 70 Tomahawk cruise missiles into eastern Afghanistan, targeting training camps run by bin Laden. About 20 Muslim fanatics were killed at a cost of three and a half cruise missiles per fanatic. This ineffectual bombardment succeeded in blasting Monica Lewinsky’s grand jury testimony off the front pages for one day. It also gave further encouragement to Osama bin Laden.
While touring the wreckage in Lower Manhattan on September 13th, 2001, Bill Clinton said: “The best shot we had at him [Osama bin Laden] was when I bombed his training camps in 1998. We just missed him by a matter of hours, maybe even less than an hour.” Days later on NBC, Clinton added: “We had quite good intelligence that he and his top lieutenants would be in his training camp. So I ordered the cruise-missile attacks, and we didn’t tell anybody, including the Pakistanis, whose airspace we had to travel over, until the last minute. And, unfortunately, we missed them, apparently not by very long.” Really? Bill wouldn’t tell us a fib in order to inflate his legacy would he?
In an interview with National Review Online General Anthony Zinni, one of Clinton’s top military commanders who was commander of U.S. forces in the region at the time, described the 1998 missile attack as a “million-to-one shot.” “There was a possibility [bin Laden] could have been there,” said Zinni. “My intelligence people did not put a lot of faith in that...” Clinton never mentions that at one time Sudan offered to deliver Osama bin Laden into Clinton’s hands, but Bill demurred. Bill said he just couldn’t find a legal reason to take custody of bin Laden. Huh? The former law professor who could quibble on and on about the essential meanings of the words “is” and “alone” and “sex” says he couldn’t find a pretext to take a murderous fanatical terrorist kingpin into custody? That’s our Bill.
Back in Harlem, Bill Clinton rattled off a dozen causes he said he would champion. He talked of “promoting economic opportunity” in Harlem. That was just his way of saying that he would be involved in Harlem’s political business. Bill wanted to control the Democratic Party. A good beginning would have been for him to first become the de facto political leader of Black America. Blacks are the largest and most reliable faction of the Democratic Party. With Jesse Jackson looking like damaged goods and Al Sharpton being far too outspoken for the role, Bill Clinton imagined that he could position himself as the Great White Father. Senator Hillary would benefit from a kind of soul by association. In return her Washington clout would help Bill continue to play his game.
On January 14, 2002 Bill Clinton gave a lecture at the Universal Amphitheater in Los Angeles. The Los Angeles University of Judaism paid Bill $200,000 to hear his patter, which appears to be the highest lecture fee ever paid in the United States. Other luminaries in the University of Judaism’s lecture series included the clueless Madeline Albright and Democrat brass-knuckle slime ball James Carville.
Two weeks after leaving office Bill delivered a speech at a Morgan Stanley Dean Witter conference in Florida and was paid $100,000. He made another easy hundred grand passing gas in New Orleans at a conference sponsored by the software giant Oracle. Bill may be a sleaze ball, but for many people he’s a well-known and comforting sleaze ball. As a visionary he’s an empty shirt, a comical figure backing into the future with his eyes fixed on yesterday’s failed assumptions. His most progressive “achievements” were hatched in the mind of Newt Gingrich, a man Bill’s slime machine hounded off the political stage.
Knopf Publishing Group tried to make your mother a liar by proving that crime and misbehavior and traveling the low road can be truly rewarding. Bill’s sought-after biography would not be a cautionary tale. Bill’s big payday would be more than any publisher has ever paid for a non-fiction book, though Clinton might quibble over the meaning of the word “fiction.” At first, Knopf put Bill’s memoir in the chiller because of the back-to-back scandals that the Clintons created even as they were departing the White House. The publisher thought it prudent to delay publication until the Clinton spinmeisters could make Bill appear less trashy.
Carting off truckloads of furnishings from the White House permanent collection was bad enough, but Bill’s torrent of last minute pardons for his cash contributors and accomplices was the final stop on our eight-year glass-bottom-boat guided tour of Bill Clinton’s personal sewer.
The Clinton pardon that drew the most attention was that of Marc Rich, who fled the country in 1983 to escape federal fraud and racketeering charges. Clinton couldn’t claim that Rich had been punished enough because the billionaire Mr. Rich had been living like royalty in Switzerland for the last seventeen years. To make himself even less appealing, Rich had renounced his American citizenship and done business with the Iranians during a U.S. embargo while American hostages were being tortured. Of the last 1500 presidential pardons, Clinton’s pardon of Rich was the first pardon of a fugitive from justice. Clinton violated Justice Department protocols by not notifying the prosecutor, the FBI or the trial judge that he was planning to pardon Rich. He knew they would have objected. Does any one imagine that Clinton would have given a bum like Rich a moment’s consideration if Denise Rich hadn’t greased Bill Clinton with a $600,000 contribution and lubricated Hillary with an additional forty-five grand. When Senator Hillary was asked about the Marc Rich pardon she could only sputter: “I have no opinion...I had no opinion before. I had no opinion at the time. I have no opinion now.” Which is a strange response from America’s most outspokenly opinionated woman.
In an op-ed piece that Bill Clinton wrote for the New York Times, he falsely claimed that three Republican lawyers had “advocated” the Marc Rich pardon. In a subsequent editor’s note, the Times said that the ex-president had “stated erroneously” that the GOP lawyers “reviewed and advocated” the pardon application. In plain English, Bill Clinton lied to us yet again.
Among the other 36 commutations and 139 pardons that Clinton signed only two hours before leaving office was one for his silent accomplice Susan MacDougal. Other perps include Dorothy Rivers who bankrolled her lavish lifestyle with $1.3 million of our money in HUD grants, which was intended to shelter homeless families and assist pregnant teens. Ms Rivers’ chauffeur drove her to Neiman Marcus where she bought a $35,000 sable coat and a $500 purse with your hard-earned tax contribution. She bought her son a Mercedes. She spent a quarter of a million dollars to launch a record company. She threw lavish parties. So why did our Bill cut her well-deserved sentence short? Well, Billy the Kid had received a letter from Democratic Congressman Bobby Rush who informed Clinton that “Dorothy has been a loyal and hardworking member of the Democratic Party.” She had also hosted Democratic fund-raisers and served as an executive of Jesse Jackson’s Operation PUSH. Enough said.
Bill trimmed nine years off the prison sentence of Carlos Vignali who had been convicted of distributing 800 pounds of cocaine which was sold on the streets of America as crack. And why was Bill Clinton so generous to this drug kingpin? Well, Vignali’s papa, Horacio, had made generous contributions to Democratic campaign committees. Horacio had also greased Xavier Becerra (D-Calif.), one of several Democrat lawmakers who wrote to Clinton on the cocaine merchant’s behalf.
Another cocaine distributor to receive a personal pardon from Bill Clinton was Wilfred Morgan III. Morgan’s lawyer was former Clinton White House counsel William Kennedy III. Morgan’s stepfather had given $42,000 to the Democrats. When asked if his contribution had facilitated the pardon, the stepfather candidly told the Wall Street Journal: “You’d like to think...that it had some influence.” Indeed.
When Bill’s old college chum, attorney Arnold Paul Prosperi, was looking at three years in the slammer for evading taxes on $3,000,000 that he had embezzled from his clients, Bill commuted his sentence. Prosperi, free on bond, did not spend a single night in prison. Prosperi expressed his gratitude by donating $45,000 to the White House Historical Association. The donation was probably stolen money.
The pardon scandals fit seamlessly into the tapestry of Bill Clinton’s entire political career. Justice Department sources say that, as far as they can tell, Bill Clinton is the first president to pardon one of his own relatives, Bill’s drug-dealing brother, Roger Clinton, also walked away from a cocaine-conspiracy rap.
By the time Mrs. Juanita Broaddrick disclosed that Bill Clinton had forcibly raped her twenty years earlier, the public had become aware that behind Clinton’s facile facades of empathy and remorse lay a slick cocky unrepentant sexual aggressor. When Al Gore was asked about Mrs. Broaddrick’s assertion that Clinton had committed violent sexual felonies, Gore’s vapid reply was that Clinton should be forgiven for “mistakes in his personal life.” Since Mrs. Broaddrick was the only person in a position to forgive Clinton, what Al Gore was really saying was that the rest of us should just stop caring about the inner workings of the president’s psyche. Even stranger was the vision of Eleanor Smeal, Eleanor Clift, Alan Dershowitz, Geraldo Rivera and the usual battalion of hobnailed feminists standing shoulder to shoulder in defense of exactly what the feminists had roundly denounced for years: a powerful and seemingly respectable white male who used the power of his office to satisfy his sexual desires and conceal his crimes as he took heartless advantage of one vulnerable woman after another. Clinton was their stereotypical bogeyman and they all chose to close their eyes to his crimes because he was good on “women’s issues” (abortion). Hillary Clinton, looking tight-lipped and worn, stood by her guy, though she had been a raging flamethrower toward Clarence Thomas, who had only been accused of using inappropriate language with Anita Hill.
Bill Clinton is not the most loathsome degenerate to rise from obscurity to a position of power in the Twentieth Century. He’s not a Lenin, Stalin, Hitler or Mao, but he is the shabbiest character to debase the office of the American presidency. In their defense of him the Democratic Party has cast aside principle and exposed their enterprise for what it is: a squabble among identity-group buccaneers for spoils and booty: your tax dollars. Clinton’s defense of all abortions, even the most savage last-minute lethal mutilations of those in the process of being born, made him the everlasting darling of the liberals. Of course, Bill Clinton never imagines himself to be a buccaneer. He thinks of himself as a benefactor who generously bestowed benefits on people far and wide. The fact that these “benefits” were extracted by coercion from some citizens for the benefit of strangers does not cloud Clinton’s sunny vision of his legacy.
Bill Clinton will be remembered for his adolescent bumbling and moral vacuousness. After the National Spectator published an article about Bill’s use of Arkansas state troopers to procure women for him, one Paula Jones sued Clinton for an affront he had committed years before. She sued Bill for money damages. Bill wanted to protect his money. Paula’s lawyers caught wind that Bill was being sexually serviced by a young intern at the White House. Bill lied under oath to protect his money. Bill pressured the young intern to also lie to protect Bill’s money. Bill encouraged everyone close to him to defend him and to smear everyone who sought the truth about his behavior. The Democrats in Congress assisted Bill in his deception. In the end, Bill’s crime was exposed and he was compelled to pay money damages to Mrs. Jones. He was also impeached by Congress.
Not only was the nation forced to endure seven months of his self-serving lies, but also his insufferable finger-wagging, lip-biting, Bible-quoting, moist-eyed bogus-humble mumbo jumbo about what a sweet Christian victim he was. Just when you thought he was scraping the bottom, you realized that Bill could descend even deeper. There was no bottom.
Bill slandered the clueless Monica as a “stalker” after deluding her with the suggestion that he might marry her after his presidency ended. He sought to use the power of the presidency to crush her like a bug, only to be foiled by a telltale stain on a little blue dress. And once again the man’s indwelling character flaws were his undoing. Bill Clinton continues to enjoy popularity in some quarters because he shares the gifts of the true sociopath: facile charm, persuasiveness and the ability to fake compassion. As a married lecher he had to be, of necessity, a practiced liar. Adultery presupposes deceit. His defenders called his utter lack of honor a “character flaw.” He is, in fact, untrustworthy. It says something disquieting about our country that such a vacant political specialist could ascend to the apex of political power.
Clinton’s lewd behavior was given license by his Hugh Hefner vision of human relations. In 1992 he bit his lip and faked contrition for having “caused pain in my marriage.” He assured America that he had changed. Later, in the midst of what he had promised us would be the most ethical administration in American history, Bill informed us all that “what began as a friendship came to include this conduct,” by which he meant oral masturbation performed on the President of the United States by a female underling nearly his daughter’s age. He neglected to mention that this sexual servicing began only ten minutes into their “friendship” and that he couldn’t remember her name until the servicing had become habitual.
Hillary has stood by this jerk because she stood to be rewarded with the one thing that mattered most to her: political power. The Clinton Sleaze-a-thon is the Democratic Party’s reward for secretly admiring John Kennedy’s marathon lechery. Clinton is just a creepy Ozark echo of his chosen New England role model. After John Kennedy’s married kid brother, Teddy, lamely tried to explain away the dead woman in his car at Chappaquiddick, the Democratic Party made Teddy their spiritual leader. Teddy had no choice but to take his party farther to the left. Any attempt to advocate “family values” would only have made this bloated drunkard look even more preposterous and grotesque. Clinton has persisted for so long among the Democrats simply because, in the party of Ted Kennedy and Barney Frank, he is not an anomaly.
The essence of a man’s personality are those qualities of temperament and virtue that persist. William J. Clinton’s peculiar constellation of distinguishing mental characteristics predestined the wreckage that he would leave in his wake. He was destined to squander an opportunity few men are given. Unprincipled decisions and cowardly omissions that he made while in office may yet cost us dearly. He refuses to go away. He has articulated his desire to shape the political agenda of the Democratic Party. He is outspoken about his intention to select and groom future Democratic candidates. In other words, the man who once held and abused the power of the executive branch of government and who has a continuing retrograde influence on the judicial branch of government by virtue of his appointments to the bench, now wishes to play a formative role in shaping the character of the most representative branch of government, that merry band of lawmakers, the Congress. God help us all.
Clinton wants to raise a clone army of lesser Clintonistas who, in their turn, will Clintonize America in intimate ways as yet unimagined.
Only a year after leaving office, Bill Clinton had reemerged as a star attraction on the Democratic fund-raising circuit. The Democrats were thrilled. Bill was hoping to shape the political debate. Clinton stumped for California’s Senator Barbara Boxer and Governor Gray Davis. Paul Maslin, a Davis adviser, gushed: “He [Clinton] dwarfs everyone else: the congressional leadership, Gore, any governor. He’s our number-one guy.” Clearly, the time for feigning disgust over Clinton’s campaign finance scandals, his cynical last-minute pardons and stealing the White House furnishings had past. The folks who stuck by Clinton through his impeachment are openly stuck on him again. Clinton’s champion fund raiser for everything from campaign cash to legal defense, Terry McAuliffe, and Clinton’s last White House press secretary, Jake Siewert, were given top positions at the Democratic National Committee, which made the operation look even more like a division of Clinton Incorporated.
Conclusion
From his boyhood and throughout his endless adolescence, the flawed nature of Bill
Clinton’s personality has remained constant. It was to
be expected. Personality is defined
by those qualities of temperament that persist. The
emotional forces and voids that pushed and pulled
Billy Blythe and compelled him to invent “Bill
Clinton,” the guy who just wanted to “be somebody,”
were not adequate to create a mature man imbued
with righteous masculine virtue. Bill is a mess.
Ethically, he’s as crooked as a dog’s hind leg. As the
Democratic Party falls ever deeper under his sway he
will continue to be a curse on America.
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Thomas Clough
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