-Caveat Lector- The Democratic Party: A Political Cuspidor Norman Liebmann Feb. 2, 2001 The departure of Bill Clinton from the White House brings to mind a line the late Morey Amsterdam used in night club appearances, "Ladies and gentlemen, the men's room attendant just quit. He couldn't stand the smell of the kitchen." It is confirmed - since Clinton has installed his fetch-and-carry, Terry McAuliffe, as Chairman of the DNC, the Democrat Party is now officially America's political cuspidor. Conceivably, Ronald Reagan undercounted the Democrats when he determined there was only one evil empire. Irrespective of their chameleon-like transfigurations, myriad disguises or forms of political rancidity into which they curdle, Democrats are always unmistakably Democrats. Ten minutes in a stuck elevator with a Democrat and your sinuses will die. The damage they are inflicting on America is by no means subtle. Democrats, Governor Gray Davis, and yenta Senators Barbara Boxer and Dianne Feinstein, have turned their state into an overcrowded, dysfunctional, socialist swamp. As a result, California is facing the worst energy crisis since Strom Thurmond's wedding night. [Note: Boxer and Feinstein's occupancy of high office is no longer an inconvenience or even an embarrassment to other Jews. It is a calamity. Considering their support of Bill Clinton, their oppression of personal rights and constitutional guarantees of freedom, this claque consisting of Boxer, Feinstein, Charles Schumer, Henry Waxman, Joseph Lieberman, and Barney Frank, constitutes a new kosher fascism - a sort of Jew Klux Klan.] Consider the recent adolescent manifestation with which the Clinton staff desecrated the White House. From Day One of the Clinton Administration they have behaved like a family of baboons that just found out they won the lottery. Their spreading of excrement, scrawling the walls with obscene graffiti, and reckless vandalism should surprise no one. Some of them tried to urinate on the carpet, but with their customary incompetence, a few missed the floor completely. Democrats are in love with degeneracy and disorder, and revel in their cohabitation with political knavery. This was less an administration than it was a Mardi Gras of Perverts. Still, Clinton pledges he will stand with the Democrats until the last dog dies - after which he will eat the last dog, and like a glutted hyena, crawl away to digest his carrion and wait for the next wounded wildebeest to limp across his path. Unhappily, it appears we can look forward to four more years of this, as the Bush Administration has ordered no prosecutions for this willful destruction in the White House. Bush reacted like a cop who deals with a riot by watching and taking notes. (The last President this lenient - make that "compassionate" - was President Hindenburg, who, in 1933, made the takeover of Germany a snap for Hitler.) If history instructs us, refusing to hold miscreants accountable only allows society's sores to fester. The imperfections that torment the average person's conscience is a tempest in a teacup when measured against Clinton's - which is a tempest in a toilet. Admittedly, nobody is perfect (especially in Arkansas where, as Charles Darwin proposed, nobody is human.) Scripture holds, we have all done those things which we ought not to have done, and left undone those things we ought to have done. That ought to let all garden variety sinners off the hook. If the meteorological reports are accurate, God has already started to descend fires and floods to purify this land which the permeation of the Clintons has so fouled. The Clinton degeneracy is sufficiently pervasive to slop over the top and flood out JFK's Eternal Flame. Allowed to remain in office after all his high crimes and misdemeanors, Bill Clinton is now the gauge by which all Republicans in the Senate can measure the depth and squalor of their cowardice. Ten seconds after Janet Reno got into her little red wagon and headed back to Miami, Trent Lott declared "the Department of Justice is a cesspool." Of course, he waited for all the "cess" to run out of the "pool" before he had the guts to say it. Reputations cannot hammock lower than his. With that uncanny intuition that children evince, early on Bubba's schoolyard playmates foresaw his future and tagged him with the nickname "treason-breath." He quickly developed an insidious inspiration not previously seen for downgrading transgressions to infractions. In his case, rape has become a foible, and he now seeks our consolation based on the premise that even degenerates need love. Clinton's approval ratings remain high, which brings to mind the words of H.L. Mencken, "No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public." Bill Clinton is the role model of Washington's criminal class because of his extraordinary ability to bribe and manipulate, without conscience, "the recipient class." - which is the deft politico's label to avoid alienating the ignorant and the indolent. Minorities reject the idea that Clinton was America's worst enemy, because they had a proprietary interest in his criminality. Seemingly, Clinton and the clods were put on this earth for the purpose of finishing each other off in the nearest sink. AL GORE - PERISTALSIS INTERRUPTUS One senses deus ex machina in history's cramped but nevertheless highly relieving evacuation of Al Gore from the American bowel. One more Democrat Administration and your kid will be coming home from grade school converted to homosexuality, with full blown AIDS, and who could only describe his symptoms to a doctor in Swahili. There are two unwholesome purposes that guide the government and the media: they are united in a determination to see accountability die in purgatorial agony, and - honorable citizens who, having these eight years been transgressed against, be denied redress. The media, in particular, reinforce this determination. As is known, they consider themselves an elite, and like prostitutes (who also consider themselves an elite) treat their patrons with condescension knowing they can only get satisfaction by not giving it. Too many in Washington, having failed in duty and honor to call for a proper penalty for Bill Clinton, offer this most absurd of rationalizations - cries of "Shame!" is the worst requital Bill Clinton could endure. You can no more discompose Clinton by crying "Shame!" than you can embarrass a pig by telling it its zipper is open. Two other punitive alternatives seem more apt for him - serving a life sentence in San Quentin - or his just uttering the word "Rosebud" and dropping dead. ROBERT RAY MEETS BILL CLINTON: MUNICH ON THE POTOMAC Coming from Arkansas, the Sutter's Mill of political turpitude, Bill Clinton expected that in the District of Columbia he would find a wellspring of accomplices, allies, confederates, accessories, aides and abettors, fellow conspirators, partners in depravity, towel boys who assist at molestations, and Robert Ray. He was right. At the eleventh hour Robert Ray showed up to administer an eleventh hour Dickensian mockery of the law. Dispatching Ray to work a confession from Clinton is like sending a cocker spaniel to do the work of a junkyard dog, or like sending Ray Charles to skunk Pete Sampras at Wimbledon. Giving it his best, Ray was able to snatch disgrace from the jaws of humiliation. Nevertheless, predictably, Ray has been all over television describing the view from inside the tank, and rationalizing his failure by hard-selling the notion that there are good reasons to do bad things. That kind of crap would not fly with Judge Judy. With that nasty playfulness that history so relishes in repeating itself, it's said the first meeting opened with Ray showing Clinton his thong bikini. The rest of the proceedings went along lines no less coincidental. (That thong bikini, eventually is expected to rest, side by side, with Monica's in a display case in the Clinton Library, to be installed there by decontamination squads togged out in moon suits.) Robert Ray and Bill Clinton refining esoteric points of law suggest a process approximate to manicuring turds. After an entire year groveling before his prey, Ray was unable to dislodge a single unequivocal expression of regret, and settled for a watery allusion to accidental, inadvertent, forensic, semi-partial, unintentional, mischievous, vaguely inferred denial. Nothing as insincerely self-exonerating has been heard since Hitler said "Oops." The Styrofoam concessions Ray elicited serve Clinton better than his usual categorical denials. "I may, or I may not have had sex with that woman, Mrs. Lewinsky." Of course, America doubts Bubba's capacity for carnal self-restraint, knowing he comes from a state where sexual gratification is never more than your sister's room away. This considered, Ray conceded Clinton's sexual indiscretion with Monica Lewinsky was inadvertent. Hence the charge of felony was reduced to the extemporized and unprecedented misdemeanor, "leaving the scene of an accident in a motorcade." Worse than exonerating Clinton's eight years of crimes, the deal cut by Ray trivialized them. One can imagine no greater disservice to history, humanity and posterity. Clinton can now "move on" to pursue a new career as a comparison shopper in a red light district, while Ray remains in a state of exultation, having achieved the ultimate ambition of many Democrat lawyers - obfuscation of facts, and the tunneling of a legal (of sorts) escape hatch for a criminal President. T.S. Eliot wrote, "That's the way the world ends - not with a bang, but with a whimper." The Clinton/Ray negotiation ended not with a whimper but with an eructation that tested the tensile strength of the Constitution and the Oval Office's acoustical tile. The most vulgar abuse of the American system of justice ended with calling out the local Fire Department to rescue this legal squirrel Clinton treed. Tom Sawyer talked other kids into the tedious chore of whitewashing a fence for him. Young Tom could have conned Ray into taking an enema for him. Together, Clinton and Ray wrote a document that is the obituary for accountability - the true Clinton legacy. With this final, cheesy vindication of the crimes and depravities of America's 42nd President, Comedy Relief Counsel Robert Ray became another Clinton zombie, an attorney for the living dead. He is now another subfunctionary in this final episode of what Shakespeare anathematized as "the law's delay" and "the insolence of office." Ray's inquiry abandoned the scrutiny of Clinton's emails, and, presumably, an examination of the newly turned earth in the White House basement. Ray's investigation revealed only the incompetence of the marksman and the cunning of his target. If the Marquis De Sade instructs us, abuse often requires the services of a volunteer victim. In this case it required only the knuckling under of a stooge. Robert Ray is now a footnote in the unhygienic and slovenly history of the Clinton Administration as listed in The Encyclopedia Satanica. Neville Chamberlain returned from Munich with nobler terms than Ray exacted from Clinton. One is confident Ray would have accepted as a paradigm of fairness an unsigned interoffice memo by Dr. Mengele canceling his own guilt in consideration of it being "in the best interests" of the German nation to put fifty million torture/deaths behind him. Under Ray's negotiated articles of surrender, the vanquished Nazis would not have had to hide out in Argentina, but could have gone skinny-dipping on the Riviera. Ray demonstrated so little resolve in this matter it is suspected, on his way to the White House, Trent Lott bit him on the neck. There is a question of whether Ray was ever sufficiently poised to do the job. It's reported on entering the White House grounds he accidentally dropped his briefcase spilling loopholes all over the Rose Garden. It was a basic mistake to send this malleable procurator to corner Clinton. If he had been assigned to defend him instead, likely Clinton would be doing "life" in Leavenworth. This was a fun house mirror image of a legal proceeding. Indeed, there remains a question about the document's legality in that instead of affixing his signature to it, Clinton signed it "Who? Me?" When a legal assistant pointed out that it was not Clinton's signature, Ray said, "It's close enough." In any event, Clinton was allowed to "skate", America picked its own pocket, raped itself, and the Constitution got a juridical hernia. Additionally, the failure to permanently rescind Bubba's license to practice law is yet another loose movement from the bowels of Arkansas justice. The proceedings might have as aptly ended with the same ironic toast offered by Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon, "Success - to crime", as Ray and Clinton raised their glasses after Bubba signed his latest Houdini-esque "confession" of non-guilt. But for this pliant, accommodating little pettifogger, Americans will never know how close the rule of law came to including the Clinton White House. At all events, it is over, leaving a puddle of fine print, with nothing left to be done but to have this legal footstool hand-deliver pardons to Clinton's assigned "bribees" and designated bimbos - along with a complimentary pizza. Bubba left office in an uncontrolled convulsion of vomiting up pardons, which will be chronicled in the history books as Clinton's Last Puke. This final iniquitous regurgitation brought forth in its larger semi-digested upchucked lumps - Susan MacDougal and Roger Clinton. Webster Hubbell's pardon did not manifest when Clinton managed to get his finger only half way down to his esophagus. Likely, Hubbell will not have the physical accoutrements to do anything about it. Respectful of Mr. Ray's mitigating, Bill Clinton is, was, and will always be a criminal. The Democrats consisting of The Blackmail is Beautiful Civil Rights leaders, The Guess My Sex Movement, The Seeing Violence is Good for Children Hollywood crowd, The Treason for Lunch Bunch, The Jews to Sell Out Israel Cabal, The Anti-Christ of the Month Club, and The Moronic Rappers, are by virtue of their support, accomplices. William Jefferson Blythe Clinton got away with everything and they think that's just nifty. And so, the Democrat love affair with decadence continues. Hopefully, America will survive Clinton's crimes and their complicity. Clinton found the easiest thing to get in America is absolution as long as you agree to take along money with it. The only one who seems to have learned a lesson from this squalid episode is Monica Lewinsky, who now knows you can't have your Presidents and eat them, too. The legal subterfuges by which Clinton escaped prison these past eight years confirms the notion that the term Criminal Law is not a profession - but a redundancy. Bill Clinton believes he could have legally maneuvered to become President for Life. Ten minutes more in a room with Robert Ray and he would have had it. Norman Liebmann is a former television writer [Johnny Carson, Dean Martin; wrote and produced "Chico and the Man" and created the characters for "The Munsters" (who are all named after his relatives)] and a brilliant and insightful columnist/humorist. Please visit his Web site Firehat, a treasure trove of Clinton- and media-bashing. Honest John vs. Scheming Jesse Brent Bozell Jan. 24, 2001 For a quick lesson in the upside-down morality of the national media, consider the January cases of John Ashcroft and Jesse Jackson, two political leaders identified with their religious faith. But Ashcroft's faith has been presented repeatedly as an obstacle to high office, while Jackson's low sexual behavior has been reported with deep sympathy and pleas for him to remain in "public ministry." Ashcroft's faith is being projected as a scary one, a demonstrative Pentecostal religion that requires rules that enlightened media liberals can't fathom. "Ashcroft is the son of a fundamentalist minister who doesn't drink or dance," reported NBC's Lisa Myers. Accurate? Sure. But where is the news worthiness, other than to define Ashcroft's faith as controversial or outside the mainstream? One wonders how Ashcroft would have been presented were he Jewish. Would Myers find it newsworthy that he eschewed eating ham and abided by strict rules observing the Sabbath? Most would ignore that. A few might report it correctly -- as a sign of his devotion. The problem with Ashcroft was not his faith. It was his Christian faith and his devotion to it. Tony Mauro, a longtime Supreme Court reporter for USA Today, wrote an op-ed for that newspaper actually insisting that Ashcroft's Christianity should be disqualifying. Ashcroft has proclaimed that America has "no king but Jesus," and Mauro warned that vision "counts out millions of Americans of other faiths or no faith ... If Ashcroft's view leads him to think that ours is a Christian nation, or that only Christians have the right answers to the nation's problems, then indeed his vision is too narrow to take the job of attorney general." A master of sophistry, Mauro asked the Senate to prod into Ashcroft's religious beliefs before allowing his appointment. If Ashcroft were Jewish or Muslim or Buddhist, Mauro would look like a bigot for making that suggestion. That's what he is. Then the National Enquirer revealed that Jesse Jackson has a 20-month-old daughter with Karin Stanford, the former head of the Rainbow Coalition's Washington office. Once Jackson had a DNA test done on the girl, New York Post noted he quickly had a financial arrangement and a confidentiality agreement drawn up. The Rainbow Coalition suddenly found at least $35,000 in "moving expenses" to send Stanford to Los Angeles, where she now lives in a $365,000 home once owned by TV star D.L. Hughley. Almost no one in the press found this problematic, one who disqualifies from the highest mountains of liberal leadership. Reporters couldn't find time or space for condemning his behavior or questioning his behind-the-scenes financial scheming. The only question worth asking was: "When will the liberals get back their hero?" When The Washington Post put the story on the front page, reporters Peter Slevin and William Claiborne weren't interested in hypocrisy or hush money, but only in reassuring liberals. Jackson's admission "adds a new chapter of controversy to the history that has made Jackson a polarizing figure in American politics, an array of politicians and commentators said yesterday. But they said the news is unlikely to do long-term damage to his influence as one of the Democratic Party's leading figures." Saving Jesse's stature, not exposing his scheming ways, was the most newsworthy story at the Post. The sympathy dripped from the airwaves at the networks Thursday morning, with reports stuffed with snippets from Jackson's prepared statement. NBC's Ann Curry somberly relayed that "the Reverend Jesse Jackson is taking some time off from his public ministry after admitting this morning that he fathered a child outside of marriage." After reporter Anne Thompson read from Jackson's statement, Curry sympathetically concluded: "A tough time for his family." Perhaps it was too early for NBC to know that the family had known about this little secret for two years. At ABC, Diane Sawyer advised the audience: "This is, of course, a political story, but also a family story, and everybody has to be very concerned for the Jackson family." But where was "everybody" and where was all that "concern" when the hypocrites were conservative Christians? In 1987 and 1988, when televangelists Jimmy Swaggart and Jim Bakker were revealed as adulterers, there were no media sympathizers. These men became part of a repetitive tape loop about the falsity and hypocrisy of the religious right. In 1989, Sawyer insisted: "You have to wonder whether this season of revealed hypocrisy is taking any toll or not on the (TV evangelism) business ... will the buyers beware?" The buyers of Jesse Jackson's empire were not asked to beware of Jackson, but rather beware how Jackson's enemies would seek to profit from "tragedy." As we learned from Monicagate, the national media have no problem with infidelity, dishonesty, or moral or financial corruption. The only disqualifying sin in politics is conservatism. And conservative Christianity is strictly verboten. Tuesday, Feb. 6, 2001 1:14 p.m. EST Clinton Said to Be 'Seriously Depressed' Ex-President Clinton is said to be "seriously depressed" by recent developments, according to people who talked to him last week, reports gossip columnist Liz Smith. And that was before he was forced to tap his Presidential Library Foundation Fund to cover part of the rent on his gold-plated New York City office digs - or the news that Hillary "Sticky Fingers" Clinton tried to make off with $28,000 in White House furnishings. If, as they say, it's lonely at the top, it's even lonelier climbing your way back down the ladder, a lesson the ex-president is now learning in spades. Democrats who rushed to his defense when he turned the White House into a bordello or traded nuclear secrets for campaign cash can't wait to express their disgust over the Clintons' tawdry exit. Even Congressman Henry Waxman, who never met a Clinton scandal he couldn't excuse, is suddenly dumping on Bubba and Bubbette over their last-minute pardon of fugutive billionaire Marc Rich. "There's pretty widespread agreement that the pardon should not have been granted," Waxman's spokesman told the New York Daily News Monday. Ditto for former Clinton congressional waterboys like Barney Frank and Pat Leahy, who haven't been shy lately about expressing their displeasure over the Rich fiasco either. Compounding the Clintons' problem: The White House War Room that used to respond in a flash with evidence that Bill and Hillary's sins are no worse than those of past first families is no longer at their disposal. Gone also is the power to order up those FBI files, which the ex-first couple allegedly used to great effect to keep both Democrats and Republicans from getting out of line. Read more on this subject in related Hot Topics: Sen. Hillary Clinton All Rights Reserved � NewsMax.com <A HREF="http://www.ctrl.org/">www.ctrl.org</A> DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion & informational exchange list. Proselytizing propagandic screeds are unwelcomed. Substance�not soap-boxing�please! These are sordid matters and 'conspiracy theory'�with its many half-truths, mis- directions and outright frauds�is used politically by different groups with major and minor effects spread throughout the spectrum of time and thought. 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