June 20, 2004
Has the Leftist media fallen out of love with Clinton?
The Pastiche of a Presidency, Imitating a Life, in 957 Pages
According to Michiko Yakutani, Billy Jeff Blythe Clinton's just published memoir
"My Lies Life" is..."at 950 pages, sloppy, self-indulgent and often eye-crossingly dull — the sound of one man prattling away, not for the reader, but for himself and some distant recording angel of history."
Read the whole delicious thing, made all the more yummy by the fact that it was published in the NYSlimes and that, for once, they told the truth and didn't run cover for one of their "darlings!"
(Wonder how long MoDo's been sobbing into her pillow over this one?)
Then, this juicy item turned up in today's Telegraph over in Britain:
Clinton rages against Dimbleby in Panorama confrontation over Lewinsky
Bubba lost it on BBC TV! I love it!
(Do go to the link--there's a perfectly awful picture of Slick Willy looking as if the slime creature from the movie Alien is going to morph out of his face!)
The Brits act completely shocked, but I knew the night he wagged his finger at the American public and said "I did not have sex with that woman, Miss Lewinsky." that he had a terrible temper.
Who said that the " Summer of Clinton" would be boring or that it would be a good thing for him?
If only Bill could shut up, particularly after we've just mourned the passing of President Reagan, who took the Oval Office to some of its greatest heights, only to have it followed by the "sound and the fury signifying nothing" of a man who took that office to its' lowest depths.
You know, Scadenfreude is underrated when it comes to the Clintons or the French, in my book; they asked for all the scorn, contempt and opprobrium the world gives them and I find myself more than delighted to share in their discomfort.
[Hattip to La Divina Lucianne, who has at least one good reason (besides her own good name) to cherish revealing articles about Bill Clinton like the 2 cited above--her friend and a great patriot, Linda Tripp.]
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