I was all prepared to

I was all prepared to unleash my flaming sword of righteousness upon this article but Robert at The Llama Butchers beat me to it.

On the Lewinsky Coverup Impeachment:
"The whole battle was a badge of honor. I don't see it as a stain,
because it was illegitimate."
Stain? Interesting choice of words. I'm glad he didn't use the term
"bad taste".
On Meany Republicans:
"When the Berlin wall fell, the perpetual right in America, which
always needs an enemy, didn't have an enemy any more, so I had to serve
as the next best thing," Clinton said.
Another interesting choice. Let me see if I have this straight: Ronald
Reagan conservatives took on the worst totalitarian empire the world
has ever seen, one responsible for literally hundreds of millions of
deaths and unquantifiable misery, sacrificing God only knows how much
in terms of (pardon the cliche) blood, sweat and tears, dragging along
a bunch of obstinate, whiney and sometimes outright hostile allies at
home and abroad, and eventually crushing this Evil - all because we
needed an enemy? And after it was defeated - Bubba was the next one in
line?
Think about the implications behind Clinton's pop-psychology: If
Conservative actions are based on nothing more than an internal need to
kick someone or something in the ass, then whoever's ass is being
kicked is simply a victim. Communists, fascists, Bubba, whoever.
Doesn't matter if they're good, bad or indifferent, they're just
victims. Gorbachov, Castro, Saddam - just minding their own business
when they were suddenly cold-cocked by testosterone-crazed Conservative
whack jobs looking for a fight. And let's not even get into the
egomaniacal implications of comparing oneself, even if one is the
President, with a seventy-year old global-scale system of tyranny.
Unbelievable.

Unbelievable is right. And I think Robert's on to something here.
Now, I try not to waste my time with Bubba. Ultimately, bitching about
the Clintons is an exercise in frustration that will finally cause me
to succumb to the family disease (hypertension) and honestly, I don't
think either one of them is worth a spike in my blood pressure. After
all, he could hardly begrudge me for this, right? It's
self-preservation, and we know that Bubba's all
about self-preservation. He never fears to invoke that clause from the
Human Handbook, but I can't really help myself today. What an ass. I
never voted for the guy, so my conscience is clear on that front. The
fall of 1992 was my first semester of senior year. I'd moved into a
room in our sorority house with two very close friends of mine, who as
it happened, both wound up voting for Bubba. I refused to discuss the
election with either one of them. Not so much because I didn't want to
discuss the issues: I did, but their reasoning for voting for this man
was, and I quote: "Bill has textured hair and Al Gore is a babe." The
first time they both said this, my jaw dropped and I walked from our
room in a stupor. Because I knew they both believed it. That
was their actual reasoning. And no, I'm not joking. Their complaints
seemed to revolved aroud the fact that they were pissed off that
America had been run by fuddy-duddies for years and here was this cool
guy with textured hair, who'd gone on Arsenio and played his saxophone
and they were going to vote for him because of this. That was their reasoning for voting for Clinton.
Not the economy, not foreign policy, not anything remotely involved
with running the government; they wanted someone cool in the White
House; someone with charisma. And boy did Clinton ever have loads of
charisma. No matter what else repulses you about the guy, you have to
give him points for charisma. For better or worse, he's got it. I
remember watching his acceptance speech at the Democratic Convention
that year, and the phrase if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is
kept wandering around in my head. I was a political science major in
college. I felt I had to watch it to see what the guy was saying. That
didn't stop my brother from coming into the TV room and yelling his
fool head off. My brother Dave is a golf nut. At the time, one of his
favorite places to practice his swing was in the family room. High
ceilings, lots of swinging space, and CNN. He kept a driver, his
seven-iron and a putter under the sofa and he'd swing away while
watching TV. I remember him walking over to the sofa, pulling his
driver out, and then noticing what was on the boober. His jaw dropped
and he suddenly became enraged, so much so that I kept thinking he was
going to swing his driver straight into the old RCA. He kept saying, "How
can you believe a word this guy says? I lived in Arkansas when he was
governor! It was a shit place. It still is a shit place! He's corrupt
as hell! And so on and so forth. I told him to shut up. That I
couldn't effectively judge for myself if I couldn't hear what the guy
had to say. Dave left the room in a huff, his three-wood clasped
righteously in his hand, and I listened on. And that was the last time
I really listened to Bubba because, like my brother, I didn't buy a
fucking word the guy said. He was a fibber. A stretcher of the truth.
Someone who claimed credit for other people's work. He was, to put it
another way, the proverbial used-car salesman. Someone whose ego was so
strong and so unbreakable that he refused to see what everyone else
could. The husband thinks Bubba is delusional. I personally think the
guy fits the definition of meglomaniacal.
If you added up Robert's, the husband's and my diagnoses he would be a
delusegomeglomaniac. (phew!) Whatever the psychological condition's
name is, it's pretty obvious he's afflicted with it. The man's brain
isn't wired correctly. It just isn't. His mom turned tricks for a
living---which is not a nice way to put it, but it's true. I can't
remember if his father disappeared or if he died, and it doesn't really
matter. His brother dealt coke. Little Bubba learned that certain
unacceptabe behavior, if you couched it just right, would be overlooked
and he took this lesson all the way to the White house. He's not well.
Really and honestly he's not. That he didn't think lying under oath was
wrong, that screwing around with an intern "just because he could"
wasn't wrong, that he was victimized by the Republicans just because
they needed a punching bag is further proof that this guy is legally
insane. But he's got textured hair, so that apparently makes it all
right.

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