LOSERS AND LIARS: HE SURE KNOWS HOW TO PICK 'EM
By STEVE DUNLEAVY
For THE NEW YORK POST
nypostonline.com
IF I ever went to the track with Bill Clinton, I would carefully
watch what pony he was betting on.
Then, with glee in my heart, I would promptly lay money on
absolutely every nag that Clinton hadn't picked and know I
would walk away with a sack full of money.
As we all know, going to the track has little to do with luck, but it
has everything to do with judgment.
And if Clinton didn't have bad judgment, he wouldn't have any
judgment at all.
I mean, when it comes to picking people, he couldn't pick up
gold in Fort Knox.
I'm quite prepared to believe Monica was a victim of sorts, but
what a vixen of victims she was.
She beds a poor slob of a school teacher called Andy Bleiler
and quickly calls his wife.
I enjoyed it, Monica says. I lapped it up that he was so scared.
And you pick this wacko for a sex slave?
Even Monica's mother, Marsha, is about five cents in the dollar.
She even warns her daughter that she might be killed like Mary
Jo Kopechne.
While lust has little conscience, if you're going to have an affair,
at least pick someone whose lightbulb goes on when you hit
the switch.
If he can be forgiven for not picking the sharpest knife in the
drawer when he ministered to Monica, let's look at his other
tricks of tumbling down Niagara when it comes to judgment.
First of all, let's look most recently at his top lawyer, David
Kendall. Frankly, the only bar he should have passed was the
one I drink in.
It was he who brokered the deal that Clinton give grand jury
testimony on television rather than walking into court like any
other citizen. In one fell swoop Kendall made a good case of
being a director for sex, lies and videotape.
Now the next beauty.
Kendall engineers the argument that Clinton should not be
impeached because Alexander Hamilton, the Secretary of the
Treasury, wasn't impeached after he paid off a blackmailer who
threatened to disclose Hamilton's sexual wanderings.
Now just in case you forgot, that happened about 150 years
ago. Some fine lawyers.
Then he picked Ron Brown as Secretary of Commerce, who
tragically died in a plane crash in Bosnia. Brown was about to
face indictment for being less than honest.
Ron Espy, secretary of Agriculture, who he proudly picked with
needlepoint judgment, had to quit and is now facing
indictments for corruption.
With genius, he picked Janet Reno as attorney general, who
history will remember as the crazy lady who wrote the blueprint
for the tragedy in Waco. Reno would find it hard to be a pro
bono lawyer for Legal Aid.
And then we had James McDougal, the Clintons' first major
business partner in the Whitewater scam, who was convicted
as a crook and died in jail.
McDougal's ex-wife Susan, who Clinton chose as a great Billy
Boy pal, has already done 18 months and is looking at further
time in the slammer after allegedly conning famous music
conductor Zubin Mehta.
He has James Carville as his minister of war launching tirade
after tirade against the forces of good to defend Clinton's
appalling record. Carville could play the lead role in another
remake of The Day of the Jackal.
He picks Dan Lasater as a great close friend and large
campaign contributor. Jailed as a convicted drug dealer.
And what about Susan Thomases, the lawyer who acted as the
Cardinal Richelieu of the Clintonista kingdom?
This otherwise brilliant lawyer couldn't remember the contents
of 17 telephone calls and five hours of personal conversation
with Hillary Clinton following the sad suicide of Vincent Foster.
And then, of course, he picks Hazel O'Leary. She was a former
Energy secretary who had to take a dive out of her professional
window after evidence of massive extravagant world travel at
taxpayers' expense.
And, of course, there is Webster Hubbell, who was Hillary's
former partner in the Rose Law Firm and was one of the top
cops in the Justice Department - and he ends up in jail.
His judgment goes all the way back to Gennifer Flowers, a nice
woman who accommodated him in the boudoir but would
eventually blow the whistle louder than a fire engine's siren.
What is this guy's judgment all about?
Where are Johnny Huang and Charlie Trie, architects of the
Clinton funny-money scandal?
Clinton's personal telephone directory must be very slim right
now.
It was fat in the days when he could call people who weren't
dead, in jail or on the lam.
And this is the Commander in Chief? Commander in Thief. |
