Dems to DC!

One of the many pleasantly trippy experiences of my life: sipping Envies with Chantal and her boy (as well as her lovely mother) at her house after polishing off the greater part of a bottle of raspberry sake (and I have found my new drink, folks), starting out watching Drop Dead Gorgeous and breaking halfway through to watch Billy's speech at the DNC on PBS. Afterward, we three young 'uns went out to the backyard and cuddled in Chantal's hammock.

I had a nice long rant about the whole DNC experience as presented on TV, but the salient point is: Bill Clinton is a god. An idol with feet of clay, it's true, but an idol nonetheless. Did he make mistakes while in office? Yes. Did he make decisions of questionable moral valence? Yes. Is he one of the greatest public speakers since Adolf Hitler? Good god yes.

My thought of the evening: I can't blame Monica. Not even a bit. Even knowing how much a mess it would make, were I that man's intern, I would have been on my knees serving my executive at every opportunity. Because he deserves it.

I know he lied to us. Every president does. But when he lied, I (a) usually didn't know it and (b) didn't care quite so much when I did, because I feel it was truly done for the good of the country... or for personal reasons that were none of our damn business.

I miss having faith in my leaders. But then, I also miss watching their speeches without comparing them to drunk, developmentally disabled third-graders.

ETA, 28 July: Screw Clinton. I want to have Barack Obama's babies.

Dems to DC!

One of the many pleasantly trippy experiences of my life: sipping Envies with Chantal and her boy (as well as her lovely mother) at her house after polishing off the greater part of a bottle of raspberry sake (and I have found my new drink, folks), starting out watching Drop Dead Gorgeous and breaking halfway through to watch Billy's speech at the DNC on PBS. Afterward, we three young 'uns went out to the backyard and cuddled in Chantal's hammock.

I had a nice long rant about the whole DNC experience as presented on TV, but the salient point is: Bill Clinton is a god. An idol with feet of clay, it's true, but an idol nonetheless. Did he make mistakes while in office? Yes. Did he make decisions of questionable moral valence? Yes. Is he one of the greatest public speakers since Adolf Hitler? Good god yes.

My thought of the evening: I can't blame Monica. Not even a bit. Even knowing how much a mess it would make, were I that man's intern, I would have been on my knees serving my executive at every opportunity. Because he deserves it.

I know he lied to us. Every president does. But when he lied, I (a) usually didn't know it and (b) didn't care quite so much when I did, because I feel it was truly done for the good of the country... or for personal reasons that were none of our damn business.

I miss having faith in my leaders. But then, I also miss watching their speeches without comparing them to drunk, developmentally disabled third-graders.

ETA, 28 July: Screw Clinton. I want to have Barack Obama's babies.