Saturday, November 25, 2017

Bill Clinton, Sexual Predator

 He had a history of abusing women stretching back to his Arkansas days. He grabbed Kathleen Willey by the breasts and crotch and forced her hand onto his genitals. He summoned Paula Jones to his hotel room, dropped his pants, and demanded that she kiss his penis. This is the man Gloria Steinem claimed was just making clumsy "passes" at women.

In 1995 he turned policy matters over to former Jesse Helms adviser Dick Morris, assigning him additional duty as the presidential pimp. After that, the horny and hypocritical duo passed many pleasant days indulging their lust at public expense while refining torture of the poor. "The Monster," Morris called Clinton while consorting with his prostitute. "The creep," she said of Morris, escaping for a sterilizing bath.

In the banana republic of 1990s Washington, bodyguards delivered women to Bill Clinton, who claimed the Oval Office as his "private" sanctuary at the same time as he auctioned off the Lincoln Bedroom as a six-figure overnight flophouse for fat cat donors. While speaking to teens of the importance of chastity and personal responsibility, he bullied his sexual victims into silence, employing semi-official detectives to dig up blackmail data to be used in extracting false testimony absolving him of responsibility for his predations. Kathleeen Willey found her car tires punctured and a stranger inquiring after her children by name. "Don't you get the message?" the man asked.

Cabinet members and other subordinates were pressed into service to deliver plausible deniability and exculpatory lies. Lawyers famous for devising loopholes for rich thugs made sure the chronic deceit was all "legally accurate."

When all else failed, Clinton eagerly slandered women who tried to get the truth out. He dismissed Gennifer Flowers as a lying gold digger. He insinuated that Paula Jones was a common slut who might secretly have enjoyed a sleazy encounter with him. He discarded Kathleeen Willey's accusation on the basis that, "It's ludicrous to think I would come on to a small-breasted woman." He portrayed Monica Lewinsky as a stalker, and would no doubt have smeared her far dirtier had she not retained the presidential seal on her most famous dress.

An Arkansas nursing-home supervisor (Juanita Broaddrick) claimed Clinton raped her in 1978. Her story checked out. The Great Dissembler, who "tried" marijuana without inhaling it, failed to offer the obvious excuse: She was asking for it, but I didn't ejaculate. 


Christopher Hitchens, No One Left To Lie To, (Verso, 1999)

Bill Clinton: "A Reckoning," The Atlantic, November 13, 2017

Barbara Ehrenreich, "Study Guide," the Progressive, November, 1998

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