THE "gravel-voiced lady" called Thursday afternoon to allege that Hillary Clinton had spent the last three years investigating House Speaker-elect Bob Livingston's love life. "There's nothing that woman won't do," she croaked. ‘Slick Willie’ and
‘Slimy Bob’I think of her as the gravel-voiced lady because of her distinctive two-pack-a-day rasp. She's left me caustic, ultra-conservative voice mail almost daily since the Clarence Thomas hearings in 1991. I envision her turning off Rush Limbaugh and stubbing out her cigarette to call the paper. She is NOT a fan of Bill "Slick Willie" Clinton.
Even connoisseurs of bizarre House speaker behavior were bemused by Livingston's revelation. On the eve of the debate, which Livingston himself scheduled for Friday, to impeach Clinton for lying to hide sexual indiscretions, the GOP leader confessed his own dalliances.
My gravel-voiced friend will surely be able to distinguish between Clinton's "high crime" and Livingston's, but to watch a confessed adulterer harass the commander in chief during an armed conflict is a stranger-than-fiction experience. Who would've imagined it?
Americans are left to wonder if Saddam Hussein hasn't slipped a weapon of mass befuddlement into the Capitol water supply -- as if the president doesn't have enough to worry about in the Persian Gulf! Livingston's rear-guard action throws new light on Jane Fonda's 1972 visit to Hanoi. Aid and comfort, indeed.
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