The following paragraphs are quoted from respected author Ambrose Evans-Pritchard's expose, "The Secret Life of Bill Clinton":
"I'm a dead man," whispered Jerry Parks, pale with shock, as he looked up at the television screen. It was a news bulletin on the local station in Little Rock. Vincent Foster, a childhood friend of the President, had been found dead in a park outside Washington. Apparent suicide.
He never explained to his son Gary what he meant by that remark, but for the next two months the beefy 6'-3" security executive was in a state of permanent fear. He would pack a pistol to fetch the mail. On his way to the offices at American Contract Services in Little Rock he would double back or take strange routes to "dryclean" the cars that he thought were following him. At night he kept tearing anxiously at his eyebrows, and raiding the valium pills of his wife, Jane, who was battling multiple sclerosis. Once he muttered darkly that Bill Clinton's people were "cleaning house," and he was "next on the list."
Two months later, in September 1993, Jerry and Jane went on a Caribbean cruise. He seemed calmer. At one of the islands he went to take care of business at a bank. She believed it was Grand Cayman. They returned to their home in the rural suburbs of Little Rock on September 25. The next day Jane was in one of her "down" periods, so Jerry went off on his own for the regular Sunday afternoon supper at El Chico Mexican Restaurant.
On the way back, at about 6:30 PM, a white Cevrolet Caprice pulled up beside him on the Chenal Parkway. Before Parks had time to reach for his .38 caliber "detective special" that he kept tucked between the seats, an assassin let off a volley of semi-automatic fire into his hulking 320 pound frame.
Parks skidded to a halt in the intersection of Highway 10. The stocky middle-aged killer jumped out and finished him off with a 9mm handgun--two more shots into the chest at point blank range. Several witnesses watched with astonishment as the nonchalent gunman joined his accomplice in the waiting car and sped away....
The U.S. national media were largely unaware of the story, which surprised me because Parks had been in charge of security at the 1992 Clinton-Gore campaign headquarters in Little Rock....Gary [Jerry Park's 23-year-old son] said that his father had been collecting files on Bill Clinton. "Working on his infidelities," he said, grinning. "It had been going on for years. He had enough to impeach Bill Clinton on the spot."
At some point in 1988, when he was about 17, he had accompanied Jerry on four or five nocturnal missions. Armed with long-range surveillence cameras, they would stake out the haunts of the Governor until the early hours of the morning. Quapaw Towers was one of them, he remembered. That was where Gennifer Flowers lived. It was a contract job, Gary, believed, but he did not know who was paying for the product....In late July 1993 the family house on Barret Road was burgled in a sophisticated operation that involved cutting the telephone lines and disarming the electronic alarm system. The [Clinton Bimbo Registry] files were stolen. Gary suspected that this was somehow tied to his father's death two months later.
"I believe that Bill Clinton had my father killed to protect his political career," he told me [Evans-Pritchard] that evening. "We're dealing with a secretive machine here in Arkansas that can shut up anyone in a moment."
It was a startling allegation. He was accusing the President of the United States of using a death squad to eliminate enemies." [End Quote]
To quote the National Review's 14 September 1998 issue, "[Bill Clinton] is a weak, bad man. He should never have been elected. He should go." After Slick Willie is gone from office and rejoins the ranks of the average American citizen, perhaps then we'll have the opportunity to instruct the Federal Bureau of Investigation to look a little closer into all these unsolved murders/suicides that have haunted this apparently star-crossed man...thus clearing Billzabubba's name. Perhaps...
RE-IMPEACH. CONVICT. DETHRONE. DISBAR. DE-PENSION. INDICT. CONVICT. IMPRISON. DISCARD KEY.
Mudboy Slim
99 Posted on 09/29/2000 08:46:23 PDT by Mudboy Slim
Deep down, I'd like to see William Jefferson Blythe Clinton receive a Lethal Injection as Justice!!
Quite Sincerely...MUD
Knock, knock! Secret Service!