Todd Purdum, husband of my former press secretary Dee Dee Myers (been there, done that -- there, there, and oh yes, there) claims to have interviewed dozens of former aides and advisors for his recent hatchet job of me in that well-known purveyor of kiddie porn, Vanity Fair (not that there’s anything wrong with that).
Why couldn’t I be more like W and have my aides and advisors turn on me while I was still in office so I had people on my payroll to defend me?
The article insists on linking me to unsavory characters of little note while ignoring the marvelous work I have done in Africa fighting the AIDS epidemic. I have personally saved the lives of 1.3 million people and created the lives of several others since leaving Washington (to me BC stands for Banging Carelessly).
Purdum is just another part of the vast left-wing conspiracy that is keeping Hillary from taking her rightful place as the party’s nominee. She is the leader of the popular vote. Not the overall vote, but the popular vote, the cool kids, the ones who drive Deuce Coupe’s, smoke cigarettes in the parking lot and have righteous Hendrix bootlegs.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'll be brief. The issue here is not whether I broke a few rules, or took a few liberties with the fairer sex. I did. But if you are going to hold me responsible for a few ill-advised decisions then shouldn’t we blame the entire political system in general? I put it to you, Mr Purdum -- isn't this an indictment of our entire American society? Well, you can do whatever you want to me, but I’m not going to sit here and listen to you badmouth the United States of America.
Good day sir!
Good day sir!