a "reflection" published January 1994
For some reason, when I try to make sense of the Clinton administration, I reach for my Bible. Indeed, I have even found myself breaking a long-standing habit by turning to the Book of the Revelation.
Confronted with Bill Clinton, most turn to scatology, not eschatology. But remember: scatology may be about scat, but eschatology is the scat that goes down in the future. And with Bill Clinton's statist proposals, we are not only up to our knees in scat, but the scat is pouring down, from Washington. I no longer worry about Gog and Magog, but about all the people agog with the Clintocracy. Though their numbers decrease, still . . . it astounds me that anyone could be dancing in the streets, singing in this rain.
But it is Bill Clinton's character that sends me to the Revelation. A friend has observed that our last really thorough-going and effective statist president was Lyndon Baines Johnson, and that, whatever else may be said for this particular liar, murderer, and cheat, at least he cut a larger-than-life figure. But Clinton — well, Clinton just fibs his way through like some pathetic co-dependent to a power-monger. (By the way, is there a twelve-step program for Hillary? Can we send her to it? Would she recognize a power greater than herself
?)
And so I turn to chapter three, the letter to the church at Laodicea: I know thy works that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would that thou were cold or hot. So then because thou art between both, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth. . . .
I think that I, too, will be spewing a lot for the next few years. Forgive me. But as Gennifer Flowers used to say in another context, Bill Clinton leaves a bad taste in the mouth. Think of the church of Laodicea, and hurl that loogie.
 |
Click here for this site's general fair-use permissions statement. |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|