Clinton Fatigue

I am unimaginably sick of Bill Clinton. I'm so sick of him that I couldn't even muster the strength to make fun of him the other night. I'm sick of the media fawning over him, treating him with kid gloves, taking every silly thing he says at face value.

He was asked what the worst day of his time in the White House was. Oklahoma City? The first World Trade Center bombing when the realization that tens of thousands could have died? Waco, where government miscalculation led to the immolation of dozens of citizens, many children?

Was it when he learned of the downed Black Hawk helicopters, and watched as barbarians dragged our servicemen through the streets, troops sent there to ensure the food supplies were delivered to the starving?

No, it was when he had to tell Hillary that he really did have sexual relations with that woman, Monica Lewinski.

Just to be clear, I don't think Clinton was the worst president in history. Fortunately for America, his principles were so fluid that many good conservative things happened under his watch. Free trade principles were advanced by signing NAFTA. Welfare reform, imperfect though it is, was a step in the right direction. I believe all he signed some form of every point in the Contract with America into law.

I'm just sick of the narcissism. The man was President of the United States, a rare achievement, a remarkable achievement. It's like being a major league baseball player, even the worst of them are remarkable. However, Bill Clinton's pathology is compelling him to wander from one sycophant to another and making himself out to be a no-class mealy-mouth, self-involved wanker.

Dude, you were president. You had a great economy on your watch, and you didn't follow through on the things that would have been disastrous. You have a library, you get a pile of money every time you open your mouth. You can go to any party any where any time. For the love of humanity, can you please be content with that?

Watching the former President debase himself with excuse after sorry excuse for why he didn't do this, or he wishes he could have done that is vexing. His apologies are qualified into meaninglessness, yes he's sorry but… Listening to him meander on about how he could have done so much more if only Ken Starr hadn't been such a meanie is particularly foul, since he a) re-authorized the special prosecutor's law and b) could have fired Ken Starr at any time.

I have very little patience with men like this. He has dipped beneath my contempt. As far as the greater matters of the state go, he claims that he would have fired FBI director Louis Freeh, a man whose failings particularly in information technology arguably blinded us to the gathering threat of terror, but it would have looked bad. He says he would have been chewed up by all the mean people.

Poor, poor Bill.

Putz.

Tim McNabb