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…
The secret word is William
And talking of guys named Bill…
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5 comments:
www.bbc.co.uk look at Qi fact of the day.oh those crazy scythians!
The 7 million dollar navy blue dress has become ethically and morally benign. History does that. The right wing consider Ollie North and Nixon heros too.
Um...don't we have a Secretary of State who's supposed to do this kinda international work?
Oh wait...
Anyone who can make John Bolton explode is OK with me.
Oh, for the blissfully boring reign of Slick Willy...
Sometimes, I swear, I'd give my right eye to live in less interesting times. Could be worse though, we could all be fighting speedfreaks at Festival... [Sorry, arcane cultural reference...]
Btw, the sw is "losinedn" ...two ways to read that one I suppose...
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