The Clinton legacy is being constantly rebuilt, rewritten and newly explained with an eye to the past and, of course, a view to eternity.
Take the pharaohs of ancient Egypt for example. They sought eternal life and a doggone big time legacy by means of mummification and entombment in their massive pyramids on the Giza Plateau. You know, the ones the Nazis, Edgar Cayce, Indiana Jones, Ramses, Moses, Nipsey Russell, Hercule Poirot, and the rest of the literati were and are still interested in.
Even today you'll find archaeologists at work among the sand and ruins with sieves, trowels, paint brushes, and shovels, turning over and brushing off the sand for the tiniest trace of the long lost past in order to add another small potsherd to the growing legacy of the long lost kingdoms.
But today, all across america, rising out of the arid dust of empty ideas, broken promises, and outright fibs, we find massive scaffolds, free standing cranes, slurry walls, concrete pumps and continual pours, generators and 24 hour lighting arrays, a maze of rebar, metal decking, curtain walls, two way mirrors, almost limitless numbers of willing acolytes preaching his word, the dinning from his former advisors and cabinet members on every show with an audience in the thousands, and the tintinnabulations of the bells, which toll for Bill, as the legacy undergoes 24 hour a day construction.
Even Zahi Hawass and Dr. Salima Ikram from Cairo, Egypt, who between them know something about digging up antiquities and dusting them off for show, are absolutely amazed at the size and scope of the project undertaken to unearth the heretofore buried Clinton legacy and to construct the new.
and now, with the North Koreans in full swing in their missile testing programs, the latest legacy products are coming into view after being buried by the shifting sands by a careless Bush Presidency, where they may have lain dormant and unknown for millennia, save for their recent rescue.
We now learn, thanks to this massive ongoing reclamation program, that as a result of the Clinton administration's firm stance in their giveaway programs for North Korea, the North did not in any way whatsoever enrich a single atom of plutonium during the entire course of Bill and Hillary's occupation of the White House.
Oh, sure, they may have been up all night making the stuff throughout the term of the notoriously gullible George 41, and loaded the bunkers to the roof with it, but the program stopped the exact minute that Big Bill Clinton was sworn in as President. and then, miraculously, the moment he and his hard nosed international players departed, the same program of uranium enrichment began again under the fool hardy and neo-dictatorial George 43 — an amazing oddity.
The legacy, in this case, with the continual depositions of his one time lackeys on all the top TV news shows, has propelled the legacy out of the dirt and has helped get it to the height of the proposed Trump Tower in Chicago--about 92 stories--and still the concrete is being poured 24 hours a day.
and, of course there's the North Korean missile program, which, like the plutonium program, was held at bay under the wise aegis of the Clinton White House and its honest counselors.
Take the immortal words of Sandy Berger for instance, before he took his dive for the theft of classified documents, which have still not been returned.
"In effect they (North Korea) got Coca-Cola, we got a temporary ban on their missile program," he boomed out on Meet the Press on 9/19/99, while bouncing in his chair like a pudgy and addlepated Tom Cruise, laughing away the missiles we are facing today.
This time the Clinton administration used Cola instead of tea to quench the parched palates of the North and all the ensuing problems with the TaePoDong are Mr. Bush's fault. Things, as Jan & Dean once sang in an ad, do go better with Coke.
Now that the missile's track indicated a target of Hawaii, the Clintonians assert that their administration was the perfect foil against the North, that Madeleine albright hatched the perfect plan, that Bill was ready to visit in perfect order to lay down the law to the Hermit Kingdom, until the pardons and their rock bottom sale prices got away from him.
It is now reported that former President Clinton, in the company of a few highly trusted advisors, sits up late on these warm summer nights, when he's home and not damning the US abroad, and when the bug lights are working, discussing how the ruins of his own towering edifice, the Clinton Library, will look in a thousand years, how it was designed with eternity in its design, and how Bill took a page from albert Speer and his drawings, whose enormity dwarfed the scale of normal men and whose ruins would last for millennia.
and, bringing his classical education to mind, he often captivates his friends from Hope, Hot Springs, Rogers, and Little Rock with his heartfelt, emotional, and bathos riddled recitation of Ozymandias, King of Kings, before promising to erect a greater pedestal than the one which advertised that long lost monarch, insuring the final triumph of his legacy and the eternal perpetuation of his name.
Every day, it seems, there's another floor hastily cobbled onto the legacy, where liberal scribes, crank authors and progressive announcers gather to witness its truth and testify to its grandeur.
Sadly, as its history changes faster than it can be re-written, the gargantuan legacy project also becomes an object of farce.
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