THE DEVIL IN BILL CLINTON
Re: George Neumayr’s My Demons:
When Flip Wilson said, “The devil made me do it,” it was considered a joke.
— John Ortmann
Fort Collins, Colorado
I think you are a little off on Clinton and his “demon” nonsense. I believe he and his acolytes are referring to the demons that artistic and creative geniuses are purported to possess, which possession then excuses any bad behavior by the “tortured soul” therein. These people think they are above petty contrivances such as monogamy or basic honesty because they really are better than the great unwashed, and therefore deserve a few gimmes. Think about that story of Jackson Pollock piddling in some society matron’s fireplace.
Look at these lyrics of David Crosby:
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin’.
He fools around on his wife, but it was because of “larger voices.”
George Neumayr’s article about Bill Clinton is priceless. The only thing he left out is the role Newt Gingrich played in Bill’s theater of the absurd, oh, sorry, I mean, the theater of the demons. Surely, Newt deserves some credit as one of the demons Bill faced. I mean, after all, wasn’t it Newt in the rear of Air Force One where, as the Speaker of the House, he complained about having to ride along with lowly journalists and other rift-raff, and that he would get his revenge. And, then, didn’t we see the Government shut down (some people may think that shutdown was caused by Clinton’s veto of the funding legislation passed by the Congress, but not the mainstream media). So, I think Newt should have some credit here as one of Clinton’s nemesis’s.
— A. A. Reynolds
Chula Vista, California
Mr. Clinton’s demons were very kind to Mrs. Clinton’s upcoming presidential bid. They have established her reputation as being tough on crime. For Bill’s perjury, suborning of perjury, and adultery, he received the punishment of sleeping on the sofa.
The Clinton “unified field theory” is a fancy name for what used
to be called a tissue of whoppers.
— Mrs. John B. Jackson III (Janet)
Grosse Pointe, Michigan
Re: The reposting of David Brock’s His Cheatin’ Heart (Living With the Clintons etc.):
Thank you for reprinting this article. It is the counterpoint to the obsequious pandering of the mainstream media to the lie of Bill Clinton’s trysting with Monica Lewinsky as a one-time transgression. At best, Clinton can be called a profligate philanderer, but that puts too pretty a face on his brand of adultery. His behavior with women should not be declared off limits behind “private life” arguments because one has to ask what drives a man to have to attempt to nail every female within arm’s length. The answer has to be pretty scary. I’m sure he’s still at it.
Re: Shawn Macomber’s Maggie Sanger and the Human Weeds:
I’m sure you know this, but Shawn Macomber’s article on Margaret Sanger is a thoroughly nauseating tissue of lies. Far from being a racist, Sanger campaigned strenuously against racism and immigration limits, ran a clinic in Harlem that was praised by W.E.B du Bois as a “unique experiment in race-building and humanitarian service to a race subjected to discrimination, hardship, and segregation,” and was personally responsible for saving potential Jewish victims from the Nazis. Martin Luther King said, “There is a striking kinship between our movement and Margaret Sanger’s early efforts. Our sure beginning in the struggle for equality by nonviolent direct action may not have been so resolute without the tradition established by Margaret Sanger and people like her.” She promoted contraception, not abortion, which was a dangerous procedure in her time. She never spoke of “inferior races” or “human weeds” as the article implies. Her support for eugenics and segregating difficult personalities from the rest of the population was unfortunate, but considering the spirit of the times, it was moderate at best.
If you cannot do responsible journalism, please seek a job at the Dairy Queen.
— Jeff Whittington
Re: John Tabin’s Ryan Express Ways:
One has to love the irony of the Jack Ryan situation. Only a Republican could get in a sexual scandal with his own wife!
— William T. Biskup
Jack Ryan’s ex-wife Jeri Ryan stated that nothing happen at these locations that she thought would be “romantic getaways” because her idea or “romantic getaways” differed with that of her husband. Also, in the divorce papers she was the one who had the affair in the marriage. I believe it was an amicable divorce. Jack Ryan may win for he has credentials that Democrats should eat up. If every one knows his name won’t that help get him elected?
— Jeff Brownell
I don’t think Jack Ryan’s Illinois run for THE Senate is over quite yet. It’s not yet clear what impact the revelations of discreet indiscretions may have on Republicans, but Ryan may now enjoy the support of cross over Democrats who now think that he has what it takes to serve his country, and wonder if he will tell them exactly where the sex clubs are.
— Dennis Genetski
Jack Ryan should drop out of the Illinois Senate race. Former Governor Jim Edgar — or retiring Senator Peter Fitzgerald (he could change his mind) — have a good chance of beating Obama now that political insider Mickey Segal has been convicted of dozens of crimes. Segal, who is facing 20 years in prison, ought to be singing like a bird while he awaits sentencing. Segal’s best pals include Bugsy and Mugsy Daley.
Now is not the time for the Republicans to write off Illinois.
— Jack Hughes
As Democrats would say, it’s only about sex. And with his wife yet! What’s the problem?
— John Barnard
GO EASY ON HIM
Re: The Washington Prowler’s The Secret Service Is Out:
What is with the Democrats? It seems that that whole crowd has some of the poorest manners, poorest consideration, and super egos in the country. As your article mentioned, the Clintons treated the Service with disdain, and they admitted that they absolutely loathed the military. Pres. Carter, I feel, set the tone by not allowing the military assigned to the White House to wear uniforms (I don’t know what his relationship to the Secret Service was), and the Clintons (including the daughter) raised the level of disdain and loathing even more. Now John Kerry is following the same route. I don’t understand these people at all, and to think what it would be like for the agents were he to win the election in November (perish the thought!). Is this something that permeates the whole party, or is it just something those that aspire to the top office have? Supposedly we do not have a “royal class” in this country, and the Democratic Party is supposed to be the party of the common people. They sure appear to be putting themselves in a position to refute both aspects.
— H. Allen Childress
I’m certainly no fan of John Kerry. In fact, I can’t stomach him. But you should refrain from nitpicking on such issues as Kerry’s decision to eschew sirens on his personal trip to by bicycle tires. I was once a guest of a lieutenant governor who invited me to attend an LSU football game with him. I didn’t realize I would be part of a convoy of about a dozen cars to travel to the stadium. Not only did we have a police escort to get us in ahead of fans who’d been waiting for hours, but the police escort even traveled in the boulevard’s opposing lanes of traffic in order to pass all the other cars lined up to enter the stadium parking lot. I was completely embarrassed to be with that group of political hangers-on and vowed never to take part in such an exhibition again, even if given the opportunity. I haven’t and I haven’t.
The flip side of that coin was at a recent super regional baseball tournament at LSU, I was in my leftfield bleacher seats (all the way down almost to the foul pole) and I heard a voice calling to me. It was former Louisiana Gov. Buddy Roemer, sitting in my same section. Bleacher seats were apparently fine with him. We had a great time as LSU swept Texas A&M to advance to the College World Series.
There’s nothing wrong in running your own errands — you would probably have been offended if he’d sent a Secret Service staffer to pick up the tires for him — and there’s certainly nothing wrong with silencing the sirens. It’s a damned sight better than Bill Clinton sitting in a plane on the tarmac getting a haircut while airport traffic was tied up.
My point is this: Pick your battles. Decide what hill you want to die for. This wasn’t the hill and it certainly should not have been the battle. You were petty. There are much more serious issues to attack Kerry on and I hope you won’t lose sight of that by concentrating on the insignificant.
Remember: Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.
— Tom Aswell
Denham Springs, Louisiana
What a piece of journalism. Have you ever heard of empathy? Can you even imagine what it is like to have your every move scrutinized? Your media outlet shows its sophomoric tendencies.
I am disappointed in your coverage which lacks the substantial journalistic credentials and, apparently, the basic integrity necessary to be an objective media outlet that the majority can count on.
— Deborah Daniels
Re: Wlady Pleszczynski’s Goosen in a Groove:
It is disappointing that you felt compelled to scribe such a meaningless, negative, put down of a guy trying to do his best, both on the course and for those following him around acknowledging his every move with positive encouragement. Although I am not a Phil Mickelson fan of any note, I do appreciate anyone who continually strives to do his best and to also make the extra effort to acknowledge those that pay him homage. That he is willing to put in this extra effort while attempting to play and win at a game that requires such a high level of concentration and mental discipline can only be admired in my opinion.
If you are unable to offer something positive about someone who is obviously trying to do his best, for both himself and those around him, why say anything at all? Is winning a golf tournament really more important than showing respectful acknowledgment to those who appreciate his efforts? No one ever accused Arnold Palmer (also a very respectful and fan appreciative individual) of being a puppy dog hero. Find something constructive to do with your pen.
— Les Wyman
What a profoundly knowledgeable article by Mr. Pleszczynski. He who smiles too much is doomed to failure. Of course, the article presents a caricature. I watched the Open and saw Mickelson in smileless concentration before every shot. I’d like to see the look on Mr. Pleszczynski’s face after he misses a 3 footer. If he can smile, he knows what the sport’s all about. On the other hand, it’s not clear from the article that he actually plays the game.
— William Luse
Re: Martin Kelly’s letter (“Not So Jolly Ol'”) in Reader Mail’s In the Swing of Things:
Martin Kelly is, of course, quite right when he reminds us all that many Brits are not English. We are not shocked, nor are we surprised.
While I am well aware of the many significant contributions of the various other flavors of Brits living in England’s occupied territories (Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland) and especially those of Scots such as Adam Smith, I do not wax nostalgic for Old Scotland or Old Wales because I have never been to those places. I’ve met a tiny handful of Scots in my lifetime, and only one Welsh — an extraordinary authoress, the 83-year-old Elaine Morgan.
As to Mr. Kelly’s suggestion that England’s council houses and other slum districts poke holes in my paen, I think, rather, that these are exactly the sort of Clockwork Orange manifestations that make one yearn for a bit of the old Ludwig Van, preferably served up with a shock of coal dust and good Edwardian porridge — by a servant. One finds one is utterly indifferent to the origins of a football player, and wonders at the notion that anyone would be particularly interested. A football player?
— Paul Kotik