I was just listening to Bob Schieffer’s interview with Hillary Clinton from last Sunday’s Face The Nation. When asked about her husband’s egregiously offensive comments towards Obama, Hillary defended Bill thusly:
. . . my husband has such a great commitment to me . . . You know, he loves me, just like, you know, husbands and wives get out there and work on each other’s behalf.
That doesn’t answer the question, and actually, I don’t quite remember things that way. As a matter of fact, I am not sure that husbands are supposed to love their wives the way he does, at least not if actions speak louder than words. But, that could just be my memory of the summer of 1998 when I was studying for the Bar Exam and Bill was bombing a Sudanese pharmaceutical factory while testifying before the grand jury. (In the photo, he could just as well be declaring that he’d “never had sex with this woman”). A little respect for our intelligence, please!
At my interview before being admitted to practice law in the State of New York some months later, I was asked by a senior member of the bar whether Bill Clinton should be disbarred for his violations to the rules of professional responsibility (perjury, suborning perjury, obstruction of justice, etc). I had just studied literally fourteen hours a day, seven days a week, for two months straight to make sure damn well I knew the right answer to that question. Suffice it to say, I got my license to practice law, and in 2001, Clinton was given a five year suspension of his law license.
I wonder if lying is what she means. Husbands love their wives by lying to the American people and to their institutions.
You’re right! It’s time for me to start changing subjects. I am beginning to sound like a James Carville myself. It just that I find their condescending language, blatant misrepresentations, outright falsifications and the like so disheartening. Why do I let it bother me so much?
Grave Error 