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we would be inundated with the Monica story.
Not that it killed anybody.
Not that it did any real harm.
But when you hate somebody, you need something to justify that hate.
When I was a kid I used to get hit a lot. My folks liked to hit me. And I had done something wrong. I never had an allowance and wasn't allowed to have or spend money (I was a tax exemption), but somehow, over the years, I had managed to find pennies, usually on the ground at school, and save them up until I had 17 of them. And one day we were at the supermarket and my folks weren't looking at me, so I took my pennies and started putting them in the gumball machine. Of course they caught me and I got punished. But I was about 7 years old at the time, and until I was 14 and they stopped hitting me because I was big enough to hit back, every time I got hit, which was usually more than once a day, I would also get screamed at for putting seventeen cents in the gumball machine. I thought my parents were the cheapest tightwads in the world (well, maybe they were, but that's not the point). It wasn't until I was well into middle age that I realized that the real reason they kept screaming about the gumball machine every day for all those years, was that all my other "sins" were those of omission, i.e., I had failed to do something they felt I should have, or failed to do it quickly enough, but the gumball machine was a "sin" of commission, and I had never really DONE anything else wrong. When you're beating somebody up, it helps to pretend to have a reason.
Ray-gun's sins of commission are so numerous that even after listing page after page of them, people are still remembering more. The people who suffered, who died, who were harmed in some way by Ray-gun policies, may have forgiven, but they haven't forgotten. But the bandwidth used to recount so many of the bad things Ray-gun did will not amount to a fraction of the bandwidth that will be devoted to the blowjob when Clinton dies. Because that is all they ever managed to find that he did wrong. And it will drown out whatever he did that was good, and all the bad that was done to him. Trust me, I know.
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