Clinton for Secretary General

The New Yorker ran a long article by David Remnick, whom I admire for his Last Days of the USSR book, on the ineffable insufferable oaf named Billy Jeff Clinton.

I read through the story to find mention of John Podesta, whom I worked with in Bay Ridge Brooklyn in a storefront in 1968 during Gene McCarthy's primary run at Hubert Hornblower. A great kid then and still a great guy, I'm told through mutual friends. [Not like my then asshole boss Harold Ickes, who is still a compleat loss as a human being]. John and I went canvassing to every Norwegian bar in the large CD, the only one to vote for Goldwater in the '64 election in NYState.

But looking for Podesta, I was struck by the deformation of the cast and crew surrounding the travelling perpetual campaigner. Clinton simply is a non-stop BS machine, and he calls Karl Rove on that point! How the left has come to make an icon out of a person endlessly fascinated by himself and prone to lie under oath betrays the Dems own suicidal instincts, overwhelmed by their own Thought Police logorrhea. Plamegate is a complete concoction of lies by the lying agitprop cadres on the left, has been exposed as such, and the left just "moves on," learning nothing and forgetting what fools they have just been exposed as being. Or making the silly sophistries TNY Comment batboy Hertzberg or Packer invent or contort.

Okay, I couldn't read through it, as the fellow is nauseatingly self-absorbed and impossibly obsessed with being the center of attention. Soon after I put down TNY, the imbecile was blubbering at Ann Richard's funeral [and was being blubbered back at].

Then he just so happened to be in the line of GWB's coterie as the group was being whisked through the UN, and got another photo-op with the real President, the one whose approval polls have gone up 15 points [by TNY Hertzberg's reckoning] over the last six months.

I think Billy Jeff is running for Secretary General of the UN, about the only position which would match his gargantuan grandiosity with some useful projects at hand. Like reforming that corrupt incompetent organization---something I don't think Billy Jeff, who wants above all to be liked---would have neither the spinal column nor the intestinal fortitude to accomplish.

Donald Luskin finds Remnick inserting his own editorializing Bush-bashing surreptitiously under the rubric "not a few people," which always means total BS from the author himself. Remnick himself has an online butt-smooch revealing he actually thinks John Kerry, the three-month, three scratch, three Purple Heart Vietnam cowboy was a genuine "war hero" and that the real Swift Boat Veterans, not the bleeders like Kerry, nailed him on it well and good. If Remnick doesn't know Kerry is a fake, how can he be trusted to know if Clinton's for real?

Finally, someone's got to mention that Path to 9/11 as a docu-drama is "metaphorically" true. A second-rate Trade Lawyer watching Clinton's political behind should never have been in the NSC, let alone its chairman. And Madeleine Albright was not ready for prime time.

As for Clinton modeling himself on Jimmy Carter, Billy Jeff should aim much higher than that serial chronic foot-in-mouth recidivist. Clinton has brains. JC is an energizer bunny with a meddlesome gene.