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Clinton
meets the vulgar Pigboy
by the vulgar Pigboy
RUSH: I gotta tell you a funny story that happened
last night. As you know, we're here in New York.
I'm coming to you today from high atop the EIB
Building in Midtown Manhattan. I told you about this
Kobe Club steakhouse, Jeffrey Chodorow's place.
I went to it two or three weeks ago when I was here,
and I absolutely loved it. I had a great time.
I went in there last night and they told me a slew of people
have come in to check the place out. I was with
the woman who poked me at dinner last Thursday night
in Palm Beach when I was answering a question
posed by the host. I told you that story on Friday. She was
treating me like a wife, (Doesn't
everybody, Rush?) and we're not even married.
I just met her that day.
In fact, the two people... I'll tell you what
I did. The two people who were at the dinner party, I'm not going
to name them, but they're big donors and supporters
of both Bill and Hillary Clinton. They were at that
dinner party. The question involved, that I was
asked by the host (he was trying to stir things up) was
about Hillary. I'm not trying to cause problems.
It's a social evening. It's a dinner. I'm a gentleman.
So I gave an answer that I thought was extremely
diplomatic and funny and warm and non-confrontational,
because I'm not that kind of guy.
That's when she poked me. I liked her poking me
even though we're not married, because we're not married
and she couldn't do anything about it. So I went
to the website and I got a picture of those two people who
were at the dinner party and I had my website
people frame it and when we got to the Kobe Club last night,
I pulled the picture out of my jacket pocket,
in a small frame, and put it on the table. I said, "Okay, if I get going,
they're here again tonight. You can pinch me
all night if you want to." We're engrossed in conversation. It was
very noisy in there last night, and I was having
difficulty hearing. I was not looking around the restaurant. I was
as close to this woman as I could get to hear
her because of the racket. I got in there at about seven, and I'm
guessing at eight or 8:30, I'm looking at this
woman, talking to her. She's looking at me, not aware of anything
else going on in the restaurant, and all of a
sudden I become aware of a looming presence at the table. I'm seated
at a booth, a half-moon kind of booth, and I'm
facing the entrance to the restaurant, toward the back.
This looming presence, I look up, and, golly,
if it isn't former President Bill Clinton. He's got a big smile on his
face,
and I look up, and I imagine I was somewhat startled.
I looked up, and I couldn't hear what he was saying because
of the noise in there. So I'm turning my head,
my left ear to him so I could hear a little bit more, and he said, "You're
looking great. You're tan, fit, you look very
good out there." I reached out my hand, "Mr. President, it's a pleasure
to meet you." We shook hands and so forth, and
he hung around for I guess two or three minutes, maybe five.
I lost track of time. Then he and his party went
and sat at a table behind me and to the left.
The woman I'm with is saying, "Whoa! Does this happen to you all the time?"
"Ah, yeah, constantly. I can't go anywhere."
So about ten minutes later I become aware again
of another looming presence at my table, and I look up, and it's
former President Bill Clinton. A second time,
he has stopped at my table. The first time he stopped while walking in.
The second time he actually left his table, came
to my table, and he's got another guy standing with him, and the
guy looks familiar, but I can't place him. I
can't hear the introduction.
So I'm shaking hands and so forth, and this man
is going on and on and on about how excited he is to meet me.
He wanted to meet me, and the former president
brought him over. When the former president told him I was
there, he said, "I have to meet Mr. Limbaugh."
It turns out it was the mayor of Los Angeles,
Antonio Villaraigosa, and so we chatted for a while, and while
I'm chatting -- now, this is hilarious. While
I'm chatting with Villaraigosa, I kind of slid to the right in my
half-moon booth, and as I did that, that created
some distance between me and my guest. I'm talking with
Villaraigosa, and when I'm talking to somebody
in a very loud place like this, I have to devote full attention.
I had to turn my head to my left, away from the
action behind me, to hear what the mayor was saying.
At some point during the conversation with the
mayor, I looked to my left, and the former president was
intently chatting up the woman that I was sitting
with. He had leaned down, and his elbows and arms were
on the railing of the booth, and they were in
intense conversation.
I chatted up Mayor Villaraigosa some more, and
then he left and they both went back to the president's table.
Then they left. They left I guess about five
minutes before I ended up leaving. As they left, the president had a
friend with him. The president didn't come back
to the table when they left but Ron Burkle was also in the
president's group, and he stopped to say hello.
So I stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Burkle." I'm very familiar
with Ron. He's a big Los Angeles guy and so forth,
and then they left. I guess it was ten minutes, as I say, or so
after that, I left. As I get to the front door,
there is a photographer out there in the street and the flash is going
crazy, taking pictures, and I said, "Whoa! Why
didn't I think of this?" I knew this was going to happen. Clinton
is up the sidewalk a little bit, chatting with
somebody, and when I walk out the door, the photographer sees me
and aims his camera at me and starts flashing
pictures away.
Now, the former president is probably about ten
feet up the sidewalk, and I decided I'm going to go up,
shake his hand and say good night. Because I'm
a gentleman, I'm not just going to walk out there and ignore him.
So I did. I walked up. I asked him what he had
to eat.
He said, (Clinton impression) "I had chicken. I had fish. That's what we had."
I said, "Well, you were good. You were good."
"You gotta be good, man, gotta be good."
So I said, "Nice to meet you," got back in a car, and drove off.
I got home and I sent an e-mail to some friends.
I recounted the story pretty much as I've recounted it for you,
and I told them, I predicted, "Now, you wait
'til this hits the papers. When it hits the papers, it will be the other
way around. I approached the former president,
and all of this sort of stuff -- and I did, outside the restaurant."
I walked out and the photographers were there.
In fact, I said to the woman I was with, "Okay, let's give them
a picture." She didn't want to be in the picture.
She just made a beeline for the car, but I walked up and said
good night to the former president. By the way,
all this was like two old friends getting together. It was idle
chitchat and smiles all around from the mayor
of Los Angeles, from Ron Burkle and from the president himself.
There was no tension about any of this. It was
a good time, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it -- especially when I
looked over and I saw the former president intently
chatting up the woman that I was with. (Laughing.) It was cool.
So, anyway, somehow Matt Drudge heard about this
today. So he's had it blurbed on the Drudge Report for
I guess an hour or two. He said that he's been
talking to "sources close Clinton" who said, "No, the former
president didn't approach Rush. That would never
happen. Rush approached the former president." I predicted
this. Somewhere in Clinton, Inc., that's the
story. I did approach him outside the restaurant when I was leaving
to say good-bye. I'm not just going to ignore
him on the sidewalk there. They had photographers taking pictures
of that, I'm sure, but I was minding my business.
I didn't even know he was going to be there. I was minding my
own business like always, bothering nobody, sitting
in the restaurant. When he stopped at the table, that starts
this whole story. Then he brought the mayor over,
and then Burkle came over, and it was amazing.
By the way, there were people in there taking
cell phone pictures of me. The lady I was with had to excuse
herself to go to the restroom, and at that point
four or five people in the restaurant came over and wanted
pictures and autographs and this sort of stuff.
When my guest came back those other people then stopped
coming over. But there are witnesses to this,
is the point. There are countless witnesses. (interruption)
What was that, Mr. Snerdley? There is no "rest
of the story." What kind of rest of the story do you think
there would be? There is no rest of the story.
No, no, no, no, no.
I asked Villaraigosa, "What are you doing here?"
He said, "Well, Clinton has his green initiative."
They were working on global warming at some Clinton
conference yesterday and they had all come to the
Kobe Club for dinner. I don't believe in coincidences
with the Clintons. I just don't. Of all places he chooses
to go to dinner, the Kobe Club the same night
I'm there?
RUSH: I remember telling you this in the early
to mid-nineties, "Bill Clinton is the kind of guy that you probably
would love to go to a ball game with, chase women
afterwards and have a great time." I'm already getting e-mails,
"You're falling in with the enemy. I knew it!
It happens to every one of our conservatives. They get famous, and
fall in with the enemy, even you." What am I
supposed to do, folks, when he comes to my table? Am I supposed
to stand up and leave? Am I supposed to turn
my back? What am I supposed to do? I'm not that kind of person.
You people need to relax out there, some of you.
Not all of you are uptight about this. Some of you need to just
lighten up out there. I can't help it if I go
someplace and this kind of stuff happens.