'In the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.'
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Thursday, September 06, 2012

On Bill Clinton's Speech Last Night

(Which I missed because I got home too late from work.)

Ben Stein watched and reports:
This cracker snake oil salesman, as my pal John Coyne calls him, immediately began to lecture the Republicans about how immoral they are. Yes!!!! This man, who had a college intern give him oral sex in the Oval Office while he was on the phone with a Congressional Committee Chair, who inserted cigars into this woman's private parts in the Oval Office, then smoked them, then lied about it all, who was impeached, is lecturing the GOP about morality.

It is art.

This man, credibly accused of something very like sexual assault, is cheered to the rafters by the women at the DNC. It is fantastic. This is not grist for the political analyst. It is grist for the psychoanalyst.
In the "War on Women," women's Enemy Number One should be the only president of the United States who has ever been accused of rape. But to Democratic women? Hey, what's a few rapes among like-minded soldiers in the ... war ... on ... women ...?

Oh. Wait. I'm reminded that Bill Clinton should probably be Enemy Number Two in the War on Women.

Number One? Mary Jo Kopechne's chauffeur:

In the Democrats' universe, it all makes perfect sense.