They have attacked him for 6 years with an unlimited budget, spending somewhere around $50 million so far. Clinton has been vindicated by Starr's relentless attack, because Clinton is squeeky clean. They have found absolutely nothing! Clinton, after he is forgiven for getting a BJ in the WhiteHouse, will be known in History books as Saint Clinton. The first President that is squeeky clean!
WOW
This letter was written by a retired Army Officer, who served as
public affairs officer at Fort Rucker from 1989 to 1991. He now lives
in Ozark, Alabama. I wish I knew who he was!
Dear Mr. President:
It's not about sex. If it were about sex, you would be long gone.
Just like a doctor, attorney or teacher who had sex with a patient,
client or student half his age, you would have violated the ethics of
your office and would be long gone. Just like a Sergeant Major of the
Army, Gene McKinney, who though found not guilty, was forced to resign
amid accusations of sexual abuse.
Remember the Air Force General you wouldn't nominate to be Chairman
of the Joint Chiefs of Staff because he freely admitted to an affair
almost 15 years before, while he and his wife were separated? Unlike
you, he was never accused of having a starry-eyed office assistant my
daughter's age perform oral sex on him while he was on the phone and
his wife and daughter were upstairs.
If it were about sex, you should be subjected to the same horrible
hearings that Clarence Thomas was subjected to because of the
accusations of Anita Hill. The only accusation then was that he talked
dirty to her; He didn't even leave semen stains on her dress. No, it's
not about sex. It's about character. It's about lying. It's about
arrogance. It's about abuse of power. It's about dodging the draft and
lying about it. When caught in a lie by letters you wrote, you concocted
a story that nobody believed. But we excused it and looked away.
It's about smoking dope, and lying about it. "I didn't inhale," you
said. Sure, and when I was 15 and my buddies and I swiped a beer from
an unwatched refrigerator, we drank from it, but we didn't swallow. "I
broke no laws of the United States," you said. That's right, you smoked
dope in England or Norway or Moscow; where you were demonstrating
against the USA You lied, but we excused it and looked away.
It's about you selling overnight stays in the White House to any
foreigner or other contributor with untraceable cash. It's about
Whitewater and Jim and Susan McDougal and Arkansas, Gov. Jim Guy
Tucker and Vincent Foster and Jennifer Flowers and Paula Jones and
Kathleen Willey and nearly countless others.
It's about stealing the records from Foster's office while his body
was still warm and putting them in your bedroom and "not noticing them"
for two years.
It's about illegal political contributions. It's about you and Al
Gore soliciting contributions and selling influence at Buddhist temples
and in the same Oval Office where Abraham Lincoln and Franklin Roosevelt
led their countries through the dark days of wars that threatened the
very existence of our nation. But we excused you and looked away.
It's about hiding evidence from Ken Starr, refusing to testify,
filing legal motions, coaching witnesses, obstructing justice and
delaying Judge Starr's inquiry for months and years, and then
complaining that it has gone on too long. The polls agreed. Thank
goodness that Judge Starr didn't read the polls, play politics or
excuse you and look away. He held on to the evidence like a
tenacious bulldog.
Your supporters say that you've confessed your wrongdoings and asked
for your forgiveness. Listen, what you said on TV the night you
testified to the grand jury was not a confession. Confession in the
face of overwhelming evidence is not a confession at all. Not that it
would make a lot of difference. A murderer who contritely confesses his
crime is still a murderer. When your "confession" didn't sell, even to
your friends, you became more forthcoming.
Maybe someday you'll confess more, but probably not. You've
established such a pattern of lying that we can't believe you anymore.
Neither can your cabinet, the Congress or any of the leaders of the
nations of the world.
When a leader's actions defame and emasculate our country as
profoundly as yours have, it's no longer a personal matter, as you
claim. It's no longer a matter among you, your family and your God.
By the way, I don't believe for a minute that Hillary was unaware of
your sexual misadventures, abuses of power lying. She has been a party
to your wrongdoings since Whitewater and Jennifer Flowers just as
surely as she lied about the Rose law firm's billings and hid the
Vincent Foster evidence in your bedroom for two years.
Why?
So she could share in the raw power that your office carries. The two of you probably lied to Chelsea, but that is a matter among you, your family and your God.
Remember the sign over James Carville's desk during the l992
campaign? It said, "It's the economy, stupid! Place this sign over
your desk: "It's about character, stupid!" No, it's not about sex, Mr.
President. If it were, you would be long gone. It's about character;
but we have to live with your filth, lies and arrogance for a while
longer. Your lies, amorality and lack of character have been as
pervasive as they have been despicable, so we have no reason to believe
that you will quietly resign and go away. You'll count on half truths
and spin doctors to see you through, the country be damned.
It has always worked before. We excused you and looked the other way.
No more, we've had enough. You betrayed us enough. You have made
every elected official, minister, teacher, diplomat, parent and
grandparent in the country apologize for you and explain away your
actions.
Now go away, and let us show them that our country was not without
morals. It was just that you were. Let us show them that America was
not the problem. William Jefferson Clinton was.
Go away, Mr. President. Leave us alone. And when you leave, know
that your legacy to the United States of America will be a stain on
the Office of the President that is as filthy as the stain on Monica's
dress. It will take a lot of scrubbing to make it clean again.
|
