Well, that look makes me nauseous.
I pointed out yesterday that this fiction that Monica was the only one and it was some sort of aberration instead of the compulsive and constant activity with a laundry list of women--some of whom repulsed his moves, like Kathleen Willey--is driving me up a wall.
Monica was not the only one, as we all know, yet he's allowed to pretend so.
Ah yes, Bill Clinton is the alcoholic who "only had one drink". The whole notion that he is a one-time sex offender is something I don't think anyone in the world actually believes, even his most ardent worshipers.
Frustrating as it may be, I can assure you that the personal torment he inflicts upon himself is probably far worse than what even his most rabid critics might wish for him. Yes, even worse than death.
He is not improving with time, and he knows it. As much as he thrives on and depends upon the company of others, he is, no matter where he is or how many fawning sycophants are crowded around him, utterly alone. As narcissistic as he is, he is consumed by self-doubt and feelings of total inadequacy.
He will keep trying to reenter politics. Who knows? Maybe he really will become U.N. Secretary-General someday. But no matter what happens, he will always remain miserable to the day he finally fades away, given respite only by the stream of distractions and dalliances that form an increasingly dominant part of his life.
Unique as he may be, we all know someone like Bill Clinton, and the story is always a tragic one, just as Clinton's ultimately is. And as contemptible as he may be, I cannot hate Bill Clinton.