Lock creepy Hillary up!
Newsweek, via Washington Post, Feb 2, 1998
“As Lewinsky told the story, she had flirted with Clinton at a White House office party for the legislative-affairs staff (where Lewinsky worked after her internship expired) in November 1995. Lewinsky was wearing a revealing dress; Clinton took a more-than-avuncular interest. Tripp was somewhat disapproving – she began referring to Clinton as “the big creep” – but she was eager for details.
In one conversation (taped by Tripp, without Lewinsky’s knowledge), Monica, while discussing how many men she had slept with, failed to mention the president. “What about the big creep?” asked Tripp. “No,” said Monica. “There was no penetration.” Lewinsky said Clinton preferred oral sex. (It may or may not be relevant that one of Clinton’s state troopers in Arkansas once said that the governor told him he did not consider oral sex to be adultery.) Lewinsky said that Clinton also liked phone sex; the president, she said, would awaken her at 2 or 3 a.m. to “talk dirty.”
After she went over to the Pentagon, Lewinsky visited Clinton at the White House more than a dozen times, usually during the afternoons and weekends and, on one occasion, late at night. According to Lewinsky, the two exchanged small gifts (a tie for him, a book of poetry – Walt Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” – for her).
Lewinsky told Tripp that she was keeping, as a kind of grotesque memento, a navy blue dress stained with Clinton’s semen. Holding it up as a trophy to Tripp, she declared, “I’ll never wash it again.”
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/politics/special/clinton/stories/nwcover012698f.htm
“Maybe I have over-learned the lesson of staying calm, biting my tongue, digging my fingernails into a clenched fist, smiling all the while, determined to present a composed face to the world.”
Nope. You’re still at square one, still flailing and “digging ...fingernails into a clenched fist...determined to present (some kind of freaky)....face to the world.”
The Clintoons have made my skin crawl for years.
And to think we avoided getting the modern equivalent of Jezebel from the Old Testament into the White House....
Oh, please. Who really cares?
... as opposed to her husband who crawled all over other women’s skin...
Can one even imagine how a foreign leader might intimidate such a fearful, paranoid and "space conscious" American President??
Really!
She just can’t give up trying to matter. Can you imagine...she spent her life with a pervert because she figured he’d get her into the White House for her glorious moment of adoration by all. Then she gets beat by a totally inexperienced one term senator and then by a brand new politician who everyone said would lose.
If I were her I wouldn’t be calling any more attention to myself.
Can the reptilian skin of a cold blooded beast do that?
Hillary is a world renowned expert on all things creep.
Because she was married to one, and vise-versa.
This from a woman who smells like she’s been on a 3 day bender of Alcohol and fishing for Mackerel half the time.
Now she knows how countless women have felt with Bill in the room.
She should know better than that by now...I imagine Trump won’t take that sitting down.
I imagine something along the lines of “after years of living with Bill Clinton she should be used to sexual predators”
Can botoxed skin crawl
She is in NO WAY qualified to be POTUS.
This country needs someone who can handle the tough stuff.
Not someone whose "skin crawls" at the thought of someone leering at her.
She needs to MTFU
Nah, Trump didn’t make her skin crawl. Her skin crawls because she’s a shape shifter, and she hasn’t got control over it.
Nah. That wasn’t Trump giving making your skin crawl, Hil; it was your guilty conscience, trying to get your attention. Oh, wait...you don’t have a conscience; you’ve seared it with years of deliberate evil. Never mind.
NY Times, Oct 3,1998...
In an E-mail to Mrs. Tripp, Ms. Lewinsky says:
“I will also be checking my messages in the hopes that the creep will call and say, ‘Thank you for my love note. I love you. Will you run away with me?’
What do you think the likelihood of that happening is?”
And Mrs. Tripp encourages her:
“Ah, but that has already transpired, says my omnipotent crystal ball,” and “You will come home to an opportunity to get together with the creep, I am positive.”
I don't know if she actually thought this at the time? Who knows? Who can say?
But it certainly sounds like something she could easily have concocted with her ghosts in order to get people interested in the book.