That’s Althouse’s headline, with my own slight alteration, re the newly surfaced audiotape about Slick Willie’s “I did not have sex with that woman” lie of the late 90s. Too rich.
“Since I know you will be alone tomorrow evening, I have two proposals for you, neither of which is you not seeing me… Now the first thing that has to happen is that you need to pre-plan with Betty…”
“Betty Currie was [the Willie’s] secretary.”
I hope this recording is just the first of many such reminders of how sleazy the Clintons really are. Slick Willie for being a groper of women (War on Women, anyone?), even then-young Monica who was his daughter’s age, and Lady Macbeth for being so power mad she’d stay a cuckhold rather than surrender her access to the throne. Heh.
And why we could do without the former secretary of state who left an ambassador to die in Benghazi as Wormtongue’s White House successor.
The cartoonist ought to have added the nincompoop Barry assigned to run the Defense Department since it (allegedly) controls the National Security Agency and the CIA which are running the domestic spy ops on all of us in the name of fighting terrorism. Worked so well in Boston and Fort Hood, didn’t it.
“Knowing in my heart that President Obama has all the integrity of a Maitre D’, I figured that Americans would get the responsible service in this regard that they paid for, which for most of us is a contemptible near-zero amount.”
As J.D. Allen reminds, it’s not a question of whether the spying feds (and their undoubted director Wormtongue) have time to look at billions of emails and phone records. Of course they don’t.
Rather, it’s about when they decide, for whatever reason (and they get to pick the reason) to look at our individual emails and phone records. That’s when you’ll know (too late) that you’ve been chosen to play the “rule of law” game. A game they almost always win, even if you can afford to turn over a major part of your assets (such as selling your home) to pay a defense lawyer.
Marco Rubio and most of the other Republicans took the Hildabeast through one boring boilerplate recitation after another at yesterday’s senate hearing on Benghazi. No wonder they can’t win the presidency. As my mother-in-law said of Romney before he was nominated: “No balls.”
Which goes double for McCain, the first loser to King Scold.
Whatever you think of his Texas father (and I don’t think much) young Rand Paul of Kentucky was the only one with any guts who simultaneously sounded intelligent:
“I’m glad that you’re accepting responsibility,” Paul said to our multiple cuckolded secretary of state whose idea of taking responsibility is mouthing empty words with a furrowed brow but without suffering any consequences.
“I think that ultimately with your leaving, you accept the culpability for the worst tragedy since 9/11. And I really mean that. Had I been president at the time, and I found that you did not read the cables from Benghazi, you did not read the cables from Ambassador Stevens [requesting more security], I would have relieved you of your post. I think it’s inexcusable.”
It is but it won’t stop her from running for president in 2016. Meanwhile, next up on the Democrat state department responsibility-with-no-consequences circuit: the Catsup King, better known as Lurch, who may finally show us his magic hat.
“Rice wasn’t making life-and-death decisions on Sept. 11, 2012, when the U.S. compound in the Libyan city of Benghazi came under attack; President Obama was. Rice, therefore, is unable to answer the all-important question about what order President Obama issued upon hearing that U.S. diplomats in Benghazi were under fire. She can’t look America in the eye and answer whether the U.S. military was ordered not to rescue Americans fighting for their lives.”
First the Petraeus distraction. Now the Rice one. When are we going to find out what Barry knew, when he knew it and what he did then? Ever?