Bill Richardson has been dining out on his draftÂ story for decades.Â When the AlbuquerqueÂ Journal contactedÂ people who had described Richardson as a drafted baseball star in written material and asked them why they had done that (the lie found its way into at least oneÂ book via Richardson’s yarn-spinning to a sports writer), their response was to say that Richardson had told them that and they believed him.Â So when Richardson says that he got the impression that he was drafted fromÂ “a program” produced by the Cape Cod summer league team he played for he isÂ blowing more smoke: Who supplied the bogusÂ informationÂ that found its way into the program? Richardson did, orÂ Tufts universityÂ baseball officials he hadÂ misled. Not wanting the facts to get in the way of a good story, Richardson couldn’t bring himself to tell people a more scaled-down version of being almost drafted.
Richardson’sÂ Clinton-era formulation, “In my mind that meant I had been drafted,”Â is reminiscent of another weasel from the Clinton years, Robert Reich. In his memoirs, Reich just made stuff up, concocting heatedÂ dialogue he says took placeÂ in meetingsÂ that C-Span tapes exposed as bogus. Caught out, Reich said that his invented dialogue “captured”Â something true about the meetings, a “mood” and so forth. “These are my perceptions,” he said.Â Subjectivism covers a multitude of sins.