I promised myself that, upon the inauguration of George W Bush, I
would refrain from mentioning the names of a certain Arkansas bottom
feeder and the Gorgon-esque critter to whom he is sort of married. I
hoped their horrid memory would fade into the foggy obscurity which it
so richly deserves, that we as a people would emerge from our national
nightmare, concentrate upon the future, and rejoice in the fact that
America is led by a man possessing ethics and integrity.
There's only one problem; the miscreants in question refuse to leave
the national stage. They realize that the American public is obsessed
with celebrity, and are media-savvy enough to comprehend that the
method of achieving celebrity doesn't matter. Sadly, we live in
an era where O.J. Simpson is mobbed for autographs when he walks down
the street, where political pronouncements delivered by
flash-in-the-pan sitcom actors carry more weight than those of revered
statesmen, educators or religious leaders. The aforementioned bottom
feeder and Senator Medusa live by Oscar Wilde's maxim, "the only
thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about."
They intrinsically understand that keeping themselves in the public
eye - through whatever means necessary - is germane to their
desire to once again reside at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
I told myself I would require a compelling reason to write about those
whom I consider the two most vile individuals ever to hold national
office. I was sick of them, and my editors were sick of me attacking
them. Despite the fact that I predicted the trashing of the White
House before the fact (a column most papers and web-zines deemed too
personally vitriolic for publication...if you want a copy, e-mail me
But, in the three weeks since their pitiful attempts to hog the camera
on Inauguration Day, we have seen a continuation of the lies, deceit
and blatant criminality unique to America's most visible, white-trash
power couple. Although I would have never believed it possible, these
two HAVE left a legacy. It is a legacy of shame, ingratitude and
arrogance, a reminder that the uncouth, ill-bred, debauched and vulgar
exist and thrive in every societal strata.
We have seen the pardon of billionaire fugitive Marc Rich, who
just happened to donate $1.5 million dollars to the Democrats.
We have seen the commutation of sentence of child molester Mel
Reynolds, the 47 year old former Democrat House member from Illinois
who, in 1995, was convicted of having sex with a teenage campaign
worker. We have heard of the $800,000 rent for an office above
Carnegie Hall, which it now appears will be partially paid for by
folks who thought they were contributing to a historical library in
Little Rock. We have heard that the White House was trashed by the
minions of our esteemed former "leader" (the price tag
for those "pranks" is now above $300,000) and that Air Force
One was stripped down to the bare floors and walls. We have learned
that the former Commander in Chief and his heinous spouse appropriated
(at a minimum)
It goes on, and on, and on, and on.
So I'm torn. I do not wish to help keep these profligates in the
spotlight, but am outraged that they continue to be deified by the
national press for their licentious demeanor and unrestrained excess.
I hate talking about them almost as much as I hate the manner in which
they have dragged our country to the lowest ethical and moral point in
its history. That those who receive $8 million dollar book advances
and $100,000 speaking fees should expect the American public to foot
the bill for champagne, caviar and luxury penthouses is the height of
audacity and contempt.
Still, despite all this, I say that we should follow the wisdom of
President Bush by adopting a tone of civility and pity. We
should ignore the evidence that vermin once occupied the White House.
We see what they left us; lets get the dustpan, sweep it up and move
ahead with the business of repairing the damage of the past eight
years. It is the best thing we can do for ourselves, and the worst
thing we can do to the attention-addicted Big Creep and his
I have a dream. Little children of all races, colors and religions are
sitting in the classroom. The teacher asks a question, but nary a hand
shoots up. The innocents look at each other with confusion, shrugging
their shoulders in bewilderment.
A timid voice from the back of the room utters the most beautiful
words known to man.
© Ron Marr, 2001
View expressed are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Political USA.