WITH DUE respect to serious journalists with honest questions, thank you Maureen Dowd and Rupert Murdoch.
By way of “a source” well beyond Valerie Jarrett‘s imaginary web, and inside the Clinton Republic of Chappaqua, from the top spot of the Taylor Marshian state, founded in 2007 and legitimized by the Washington Post and New Republic, Hillary supporters, fans and believers everywhere thank you for taking “emailgate” to kill Hill hysteria proportions. My job is done here, except for mixing cocktails and watching Republicans take the bait in 3…2…
With Speaker John Boehner about to announce an investigation into Clinton’s emails, the set is finally in place for what we deep inside the Clinton Republican of Chappaqua, the Taylor Marshian state, have been waiting to happen.
Overreach of megawatt proportions is now in full swing.
But allow me to digress a second, giving credit where it’s due.
I’ve just got to send a special whisper to Maureen, babe, seriously, bless your conceited heart. Pining a letter from penthouse Dowd, and signing it from all of America! …and here I thought hubris was a man.
You’re not just sending pellets of pigeon droppings from your elite suite. You’re pretending that all women blame Hillary Clinton for her husband’s philandering, a notion so old it pre-dates the 1950s, where planet Dowd resides. Believing Secretary Clinton had any control over her insatiably sexual husband. Oh, Maureen, what you don’t know about men.
When the Rogue State of Bill began demonizing Monica Lewinsky as a troubled stalker, you knew you could count on the complicity of feminists and Democratic women in Congress. Bill’s female cabinet members and feminist supporters had no choice but to accept the unappetizing quid pro quo: The Clintons would give women progressive public policies as long as the women didn’t assail Bill for his regressive private behavior with women.
Since I was actually writing columns, as well as polling my readers online at the time of the Lewinsky scandal, let me once again educate people on something that still eludes Maureen Dowd. Yes, President Bill Clinton was an idiot for taking the young chick bait. Let’s not forget that it was Ms. Lewinsky who snapped her thong and willingly planned, positioned herself, and happily seduced the married President, and let’s not forget his cigar.
Since experience or knowledge in what you’re writing has never stopped Maureen Dowd, and as someone who’s had an affair with a married man, let me say that the woman who is involved is at fault, too. Get it? It’s the be careful what you wish for maxim, which doesn’t disappear because it won’t fit your fiction.
And for the record, since Maureen Dowd digs way back into closed book history, it was Kenneth Starr who persecuted Monica Lewinsky, which Maureen Dowd would know if she ever read the actual history and the Office of Independent Counsel record. But that’s well beyond her interest, because as the bookend to Edward Klein, Dowd’s territory isn’t facts or truth, but the op-ed version of Bravo network’s demoralizing “Housewife” series.
“My contacts and friends in newspapers and TV tell me that they’ve been contacted by the White House and offered all kinds of negative stories about us,” one of Bill’s friends quotes him as saying.
“The Obamas are behind the e-mail story, and they’re spreading rumors that I’ve been with women, that Hillary promoted people at the State Department who’d done favors for our foundation, that John Kerry had to clean up diplomatic messes Hillary left behind.”
Then, according to this source, Bill added: “The Obamas are out to get us any way they can.”
The sabotage is part of an ongoing feud between the two Democrat powerhouses.
The Sunday cartoon treatment of “emailgate” makes you feel for the earnest reporters attempting to ask questions that should be asked of any person who wants to be president, from Hillary Clinton to Jeb Bush, that might get to the real issue: How can we ever hope to have transparency in the digital age when everyone is seeking privacy over public accountability?
Maureen Dowd and Rupert Murdoch’s Sunday Clinton cartoons missed their target and hit serious reporters in the face with their op-ed pies, reducing the whole email transparency conversation to a punch line.
The overkill was bound to happen.