THE LONE BILL

Yeah, yeah, I know. Bill Clinton is really a terrible person and I shouldn’t have any sneaking liking for him or respect him for bringing this nation almost a decade of peace, prosperity, budget surplus, and bad tenor playing. It was so long ago – and is so obscured by the mist of 21st century stupidity – that now it’s hard to remember how it felt. I’m well aware that his dashing Lone-Ranger rescue of journalists Laura Ling and Euna Lee from North Korea was a wholly orchestrated production in the fantasy world where international nuclear diplomacy meets global public relations. But compare Ol’ Bill’s excellent adventure to the corporate-sponsored sound-bite healthcare mini-riots, the hired thuglife-stormbands of baying goons being bused in by insurance and pharm lobbyists to disrupt any Democrat public meeting, or the horny rich-boy megalomaniacs in that house on C Street, and Clinton looks positively John Wayne, pilgrim, so cue the Rossini.

The secret word is William

And talking of guys named Bill…