By John Burtis
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Gosh, it was nice seeing a freshly athletic Hillary leap to Bill's determined defense by intoning that her husband performed brilliantly throughout the course of his wild gesticulations and the associated gagged up nonsense he bawled at Chris Wallace last Sunday.
When you look at what he said, you'll find that it was all high decibel balderdash and tommyrot, and there's not enough room in a short column to dissect every lie he tossed off in that expansive three minute tantrum of a personal diatribe.
after all, it took Rush Limbaugh nearly an entire show to explain the string of outright perfidies, cunning innuendos, and towering fabrications contained in his inchoate blather.
But Hillary has chimed in for him and allows how he's not to be pushed around and he's a genius and all and what else can she do? Of course she makes no mention of whether or not she's read the doggone factually perfect bin-Laden report her husband personally prepared in triplicate as part of their famous vaudeville show, which played off-Broadway for eight very difficult years.
and they were very difficult for the citizenry, as we watched our overseas installations smashed to pieces one at a time with the FBI legmen running to and fro like firefighters in the South Bronx of the 1970s, from fire to fire, with no time to sift the soot for clues.
But, you do remember all about that famously detailed report that Bill is always claiming that he bequeathed the Bush administration. The one that was sitting on top, in the President's in box, with the Urgent and Top Secret and bin-Laden written all over it? The one nobody could ever find?
But I also remember those wildly exotic days when George Bush moved into the White House. When all the W keys were super glued down on the computers. When grafitti graced a wall or two. Some wags even said the toilet seats were glued down, and that the associated paper was aWOL, among the array of sophomoric hijinx the naughty Clinton kids left the incoming grown ups to put right.
Then there were the missing furniture capers, like, oh, Dolly Madison's rocking chair, which later turned up at Hillary's house, and how could that happen?
and who the hell could count on anything of note being found anywhere in that mess of a White House carnival of a Delta Chi frat house toga party even if it had a secret stamp on it? Come on...puhleeze.
Hillary, like every Democrat with a hefty bet on bin-Laden and high hopes against an american victory against terror under George Bush, in lieu of the missing report, always falls back on the 9/11 Report as her talisman to navigate the Democratic national defense wasteland, and asks us to read it for a better understanding of the genetic basis for Bill's explosive outburst.
and we must remember that even if he had his all his facts wrong in every case he mentioned - his message, the sudden locating of his spine, and his courage to speak up in the Democrats' hour of need, equates him with Cincinattus at the Bridge, and serves as a clarion call to his beloved party.
Bill Clinton led when others dawdled. Bill Clinton stood up to the great right wing conspirators, over and over, who have falsely accused him, laid honey traps for him, sent women to beguile him, offered laws to tempt him, as he went about the nation's more mundane business. Bill did all this while others in his party slept. and Hillary points to Bill as the Democrats' lonely hero while pushing the conservatives back.
When it comes to being physically pushed around, I would've thought that Chris Wallace might've been the one. I mean golly sakes, there he was with a hearty hello, how do you do, and by the way, and suddenly there was Bill Clinton rearing out of his seat like a breaching blue whale or a Komodo dragon homing in on a scent of putrefaction and hollering and all.
Poor Mr. Wallace held his ground, but you have to admit that the polders, dikes, and anti-tank ditches swayed a bit under the force of the tidal wave from Hope and the fickle finger of condemnation.
My land, the force of the explosion even bared two meaty uncovered calves, such was the raw power of Bill's King Cobra-like attack.
and over the years of his blight and our sorrow, I thought the only people who really pushed Bill Clinton around were the Islamist terrorists, Susan Webber Wright, and his demure albeit pushy bride. and the Democratic Party was always used to play pin the tail on Bill's dog.
Maybe it's time for the Democrats, who have endured Bill and Hillary for so long, to shove the Clintons back.
If they can muster some of the energy they expend attacking the President and dodging enemy bullets, that is.
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