This is Dark Cloud on Wednesday, February 17, 1999.
The impeachment is over, can you believe it? I heard, and you don’t have to believe this if you don’t want to, an entire newscast yesterday without the name Monica Lewinsky. Really, an American, not an Angolan, television network had a broadcast without the name. All Monica, all the time is now back to all Hillary, all the time as the aching hearts in the Washington media corps hope beyond hope that the current First Lady will run for Senator in the State of New York, a location she has never called home but where she is hugely popular. She is also a good shot at winning, provided her husband does nothing in the interim that would reflect further shade on her bloom of popularity. It must be said that one aspect of President Clinton’s own huge poll numbers is due to the fact that his wife, who clearly puts up with much, has never turned on him, ever, and still remains faithful to their jointly valued goals, whatever precisely they are. So he owes her big time. He remains President, perhaps, because she remains his wife. The Hillary aura is a dangerous one to discuss. When I was in jail and in the half-way house, the very concept of Hillary Clinton drove my associates to fuming rage. You can listen to talk radio all over the country and the sputtering anger about this rather bland, smart, not terribly charismatic woman is a most interesting phenomenon. Most of her detractors are the predictable types: men who have failed at virtually everything and blame all sorts of social emergences, including highly educated women in the workplace, for it. The ideal of drunk driving, being king of their castle, slapping the old woman around before leaving for the girls at the strip club, all that seems to have vanished from the heaven that was blue collar America, and the reason is feminism, and Hillary Clinton is a feminist. So there. If you have trouble connecting the dots, that’s because they don’t connect, but little does in their world. Once, though, they could convince each other that America was going to hell because of inferior races and women, by which they meant that their valued and pointless activities designed to prevent them from confronting their failures have been taken away. And folks like Martin Luther King and Hillary Clinton, that facile and artful dodger of a politician, are the easy targets. King, because he’s dead and out of style. Mrs. Clinton because she deserves it. Among Hillary Clinton’s detractors are a small group of women who are simply, on one level, jealous. They hate the fact that she succeeded as both mother and lawyer, and if her marriage was rocky, she displays preternatural calm about it and shows no indication she would ever pick up a John Grey book to solve her problems, or to be so stupid as to believe anyone would. She is clearly a superior person who succeeded as Super-Mom and wife-as-partner while the vast majority of her peers failed at all of it. She only had one child, thus showing great confidence. Most people have too many children so they have an excuse for never amounting to much themselves. It works. Admit it. And while we have no evidence worthy of the name, Mrs. Clinton may actually be in love, still, with the man who has been such a large part of her life. This is another irritating factor to her enemies. She doesn’t blame, doesn’t pose as a victim. And whatever her feelings are, they remain that, her feelings, and none of our damned business. I like that, myself, but to a sputtering generation of lousy marriages, rotten kids, and cliché laden conversation, to have such a prominent success story on the news everyday is most unfair, Jerry, and it isn’t my fault, Oprah, and I coulda been a contender, but I was diagnosed with hypoglycemia and I’m bi-polar and have no self esteem, Geraldo. While you were watching those shows, Mrs. Clinton was writing up legal briefs for court. So William Jefferson Clinton, who may end up a Senator from Arkansas, and his wife, who may end up a Senator from New York, continue to bedazzle their admirers and stutter their enemies. Impeachment, despite all the tongue sucking and grave expressions, may actually have given Clinton more popularity. We suffered through Linda Tripp (and did you hear what that sick witch was trying to pull off on television this week? Can you believe the gall?) and Kenneth Starr along with him, and we now have a common frame of reference with our President, like a war story. We went through hell together, and we’re buddies. The media, the press, and the Republicans have been one hundred percent wrong on Clinton from day one, and their summations of what have just happened should be viewed with the same jaundiced eye.
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