I never thought I'd say it, but I really miss Klinton. There's really a big void in my life since he's left the spotlight. It use to be that I could kick on the radio any time and hear Michael Reagan talking about the 378 people in Mena, Arkansas who Klinton killed with a pointed stick or Rush telling us how Slick Willie was personally responsible for the Soviet's brutal response to Dubcek's "Prague Spring" in '68.
Today, you're lucky if you hear a talk radio journalist rant about Klinton's krimes more than 60% of the time, and even then it's little more than a few words tacked onto the end of a sentence. It's like, "President Bush isn't responsible for alienating all of our allies, Klinton's libido caused it", or "President Bush would not have waived the requirement that North Korea allow inspectors to search for plutonium stockpiles if Klinton's penis hadn't forced his hand." Sure, all these things are Klinton's fault, but it seems like we feel like we need an excuse to hate him now, when in the past, hatred was enough by itself.
I'll never forget the hours I spent listening dreamily to Drudge as he described every degree of arc along the length of Klinton's "little soldier." I'll always love the G. Man (in a purely heterosexual, fraternal, manly kind of way) for his vivid recounting of every mole and vein along the delicately curved presidential member. I shutter in delight even now as I think about it.
Why can't we have radio like that anymore? Nothing else quite replaces it. God knows I've tried. My copy of the Starr report is tattered. Many of the best pages have somehow glued themselves to each other. Corpsman Buford says that it's causing me to go blind. It's just no substitute for the radio of a few years back. I blame Klinton for it.
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