Thanks for the reference. As some civil servant stated not so long ago, the Clintonista nuts certainly seem to be falling out of the woodwork:
No prisoners taken
in Mr. Clinton's war
Kenneth Starr met his critics more than halfway yesterday,
giving up his golden parachute into Malibu and offering to
let someone else investigate an astrologer's claim that rich
conservatives had tainted his star Whitewater witness.
But what Mr. Starr will soon learn, if he has not learned it
already, is that Bill Clinton is not interested in righting wrongs
or settling conflicts. He wants to destroy the investigator and
his investigation because he knows the feds have at last got the
goods on the Whitewater gang.
The closer Mr. Starr gets to laying out his case against the
gang, the more reckless the gang will get in trying to protect
their leader. If he goes down, they will, too.
The depth of their desperation is the gang's eagerness to pin
their case against David Hale, the star Starr witness, on a yarn
spun by Caryn Mann, the Hot Springs part-time astrologer,
part-time psychic and full-time flake. Mrs. Mann first said she
saw "right-wingers" press money onto Mr. Hale, then she said,
well, no, she didn't actually see it herself, but her 13-year-old
son did, and he told her about it. She thinks. Maybe. Mrs.
Mann can't quite remember all the details, but she does
remember that she directed U.S. troops in the Persian Gulf
through mental telepathy. And she can turn the rain on and off
through mind control. She's sure about that. She knows where
Jimmy Hoffa is buried, too.
Mrs. Mann was the live-in girlfriend of Parker Dozhier,
once a Little Rock television reporter, who opened a bait shop
on Lake Catherine, near Hot Springs. He let Mr. Hale, an old
friend, sleep in a shack on the property, and worked as a
stringer for the American Spectator -- during the time that the
prosecutor was not Ken Starr, but a Justice Department
lawyer, and after, not before, he gave his statement to the FBI
and the J-men. He was paid $1,000 a month for clipping
stories from the local papers and sending the clips to the
Spectator.
The Whitewater gang, through David Pryor and a local
novelist, sometime book reviewer and part-time columnist
named Gene Lyons, has attempted to portray this lavish
($1,000 a month! Wow!) outlay by the Spectator -- a fraction
of what news organizations routinely spend in a day for a lot
less -- as witness tampering, obstruction of justice, breaching
national security and aggravated mopery. No one, and surely
not someone smart enough to have got himself elected to the
U.S. Senate, actually regards this as something to be taken as
seriously as a discarded script from "Saturday Night Live."
But in the present climate, with the White House spin men in
hot pursuit of anything to divert attention from Mr. Clinton's
perversion and dissembling, grown men must act as if they do.
In a letter to Attorney General Janet Reno, Mr. Starr wrote
that his office "has developed several proposed alternate
mechanisms for investigating this matter." He didn't say what
they were. How do you investigate a spurned girlfriend's
spiteful fantasy? Mr. Starr acknowledged that there might be
an "appearance of a conflict," but the Justice Department itself
may have "multiple actual conflicts" because David Hale,
tainted or not, provided information damaging to Mr. Clinton.
Mrs. Mann is the most credible witness against the Starr
investigation that David Pryor, the former U.S. senator who
went home to be Bill Clinton's surrogate as leader of the
Whitewater gang, has turned up yet. Mr. Pryor seems to be
indulging a taste for overage Spice Girls. His first trick was to
try to charm Judge Susan Webber Wright into cutting a secret
side deal for Susan McDougal, now languishing in prison in
California for refusing to give evidence about the original
Whitewater bank robbery. Mr. Pryor's charm, which
captivated an entire generation of elderly women in Arkansas,
was probably not wasted. Judge Wright didn't bite on his
appeal for Susan McDougal, but she threw out Paula Jones'
lawsuit against the president a few weeks later. Some ladies
still melt at low temperature.
Mr. Pryor, acting as Mr. Clinton's surrogate, now appears
to be working on another front. Gene Lyons was dispatched to
wake up Henry Woods, the 80-year-old senior U.S. District
Court judge in Little Rock who was thrown off the original
Whitewater trial by the 8th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals
because he was thought to be unable to put aside a crush on
Hillary.
The appeals court also took a look at Judge Woods' sordid
past, particularly his manipulation of a state grand jury that was
about to indict him years ago, when, as a governor's top aide,
he was suspected of helping himself to money set aside to build
highways. Millions are still missing.
Now Judge Woods wants someone to investigate how this
effluvia from his past came to the attention of the appeals court.
He thinks I'm the man responsible, and he's mad. More to
come.
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