It ain’t health care, but who can resist? The reviews of B.C.’s autobiography are starting to roll in.
All the news coverage I have seen so far takes pains to laud Bill Clinton for his tortuous, righteous journey to "honesty" in writing about his Oval Office perversions.
Here is a man who stood in the face of history -- when the integrity of the presidency and the nation were at stake -- and baldly lied to the American people to save his own skin; Yet, when there are millions of dollars to be made on book sales, Clinton suddenly finds the moral strength and character to admit seducing, and having sex with, a young female volunteer White House intern working in his care –- while on the job as president of the United States.
Not that he takes responsibility for this appalling turpitude. No. Rather, he points – as detailed in a recent New York Times review -- to his alcoholic father, his childhood obesity, and the insurmountable urges of power ("I did it because I could") in a mealy and contrived contrition manageable only by that loveable rake, Bill.
From The New York Times:
Mr. Clinton wrote that from a very early age he lived "parallel lives," with a public gregariousness and sunny disposition masking private turmoil and weakness.
Several times he saw his alcoholic stepfather, Roger Clinton, beating his mother and once firing a gun at her head. But he wrote that he would go to school the next day as if nothing had happened. This pattern was especially evident again in 1998, he said, when the Lewinsky affair was revealed and Mr. Clinton spent months lying to his family, his aides and the nation about it
He said that as a child he learned, too well, how to live with secrets. His family creed, he said, was "don't ask, don't tell."
He said he was disgusted by his sexual encounters with Ms. Lewinsky, which he said ended after several months when he could no longer live with himself.
Mr. Clinton writes with rueful candor about his chubby adolescence, confessing that he was once the only child at an Easter egg hunt not to get an egg, not because he could not find them, but because he could not move fast enough to compete with the other children.
He describes his youth as "a fat band boy" and recalls that in junior high school, as he began to learn more about his mind and body, some of it scared him, including his first sexual stirrings