Whore City— I love that Bill Clinton wants to emulate Jimmy Carter and work
          in the field of conflict resolution. Talk about the fox in the henhouse.

          Not since the troublemaking goddess Eris threw the apple of discord into
          an Olympian banquet has anyone been able to create as much conflict as fast as our Bill.

          Eris had only one apple. Bill has orchards. Whenever things get peaceful, whenever Mr. Clinton
          seems to have gotten his act together, he goes apple-picking again.

          Despite the self-inflicted chaos and soap-operatic strife of the last eight years,
          the country was feeling pretty good about the Clintons as their last day here dawned.
 

          America loves a winner, and will not tolerate a loser.

          The vapid election and vituperative unelection had fostered some Clinton
          nostalgia. He was a hard worker who did some good things. His heart
          was in the right place, even if his libido wasn't. He was a diverting rogue,
          astonishing tactician and miraculous escape artist. You had to give him that.

          Many also forgave Hillary's sins with commodities trading, Travelgate,
          health care and stonewalling. Her dutiful Senate campaign persuaded
          them that she should have a chance to perform — and be judged — on her own.

          She had been a senator for all of two and a half seconds when the buzz
          about a potential presidency commenced.

          Then we saw the Saturday Morning Mess Occur. Now it will be hard to separate
          Bonnie from Clyde. It was a graceless, grabby, gabby exit — crooks in striped outfits
          sprinting through the breached wall, Clintonites vandalizing the People's House and
          prying W's from computer keyboards, and the Clintons' merry laughter echoing.

          Have you ever heard such horseshit in your life?
          The "Clinton's merry laughter echoing" as the Clintonites vandalized the White House?
          This smirking whore knows it didn't happen, yet she loves to pile on.
          Can you believe they give Pulitzers to smirking whores?

          That creeping Clinton nostalgia curdled into creepiness. Bill and Hill took enough loot
          to fill a small hotel and liberated enough criminals to populate a new Australia.

          Semi-cute writing, but it's a lie and she knows it.
          Tell me, Mo, which is bigger?
          The $190,000 the Clinton's left with or Reagan's $2,000,000 house?
          You could be a decent writer - if you weren't such an unprincipled harlot.

          Only Bill Clinton could provoke a round of Dan Burton abuse-of-power hearings
          after he'd left office. Only Hillary Clinton, in her first days as a senator, could engender
          a debate about whether the Senate should tighten up the gift ban.

          Hillary is telling people how relieved she is to put the last eight years
          behind her. Maybe she regarded this final spree — including her
          gazillion-dollar book deal and her bulging hope chest of parting gifts from
          Democratic contributors — as the final chapter of her old life, rather than
          the tawdry, disappointing first chapter of her new life.

          The Clintons always want one more pass, one more Mulligan.

          Yeah, the greedy Clinton - always taking and never giving.
          Clinton turned $250,000,000,000 deficits into $250,000,000,000 surpluses.
           He did that several times, giving America a gift in the TRILLIONS, and was paid $200,000.
          Meanwhile Smirk n' Dick made tens of millions last year in their sleep, and Clinton is greedy?
          Clinton wants another Mulligan?
          Dowd - thy name is whore.

          Even after they hawked seats on Air Force One, nights in the Lincoln
          Bedroom, state dinners, very pricey coffee and their friendship, they still
          enjoyed the benefit of the doubt. Small wonder, then, that they expected
          Americans to stomach a White House fire sale of presidential pardons
          and senatorial influence.

          On his last all-nighter in the White House, Bill was clearly feeling way too empathetic
          toward Marc Rich and others who were hounded by prosecutors for years.

          In a delicious symmetry, the Clintons were bookended by Bushes; both families have
          a distinctive sense of entitlement. The Bushes think they're good people and therefore entitled.
          The Clintons think they do good works and are therefore entitled.

          Yeah, ...they're exactly the same.
          We never had a president work harder or accomplish more than Clinton.
          Smirky, meanwhile, never worked a day in his fucking rich life.
          What did Smirky do his first day in office?
          He took the day off!
          You're right, chalky-thighs, they're exactly the same...

          When Bill and Hillary omnivorously trade political favors for personal
          ones, they don't realize this defines them as much as a policy act.

          In David Maraniss's biography of Bill Clinton, he writes of Hillary wanting to build
          a pool at the Arkansas mansion. Dick Morris explained to her that she could not do that
          in a poor state. She angrily replied:    "Why can't we lead the lives of normal people?"
          (She must now think that normal people own $2,340 Spode soup tureens.)

          With enemies like you, we see why Clinton left with 68 percent approval.
          When I lived in Arkansas (early 70's) the governor made $10,000 a year.
           That's not a typo, that's a fact.
           So yeah, maybe Hillary wanted to live like the other lawyers on the board at Wal-Mart.
           Shame, shame, shame on Hillary for not living in Calcutta and helping lepers.
           Dowd, if you were a man I'd kick your ass.

          As someone who worked closely with her puts it: "Hillary, though a Methodist, thinks of
          herself like an Episcopal bishop who deserves to live at the level of her wealthy parishioners,
          in return for devoting her life to God and good works."

          Hey, whore, someone who "worked closely" with YOU said you got that job
          for trying to turn Matt Drudge straight with a sympathy fuck.
          Since I claim it was someone who "worked closely" with you, it's true, right?
          Slut...

          Maybe the Clintons have been justifying the unjustifiable for so long they can no longer
          tell the difference. Sitting on Denise Rich's chairs and Steve Mittman's ottoman, in the lambent
          light of Walter Kaye's chandelier, they certainly have a lot to ponder.
          They shouldn't be too pleased with their reflection in Steven Spielberg's china.

           Oh, just go to hell...