The late comedian Jackie Vernon said, "I once ran amuck - for a mucking company." I didn't know then what a mucking company was, but now I'm sure it's got to be a lot like the Clinton Administration, with Bubba as the head of the whole mucking bunch. With the election of William Jefferson Clinton to the presidency, the unthinkable became the actual.

The precedents he has set will make it difficult for future presidents to conduct a democracy. No other form of debasement of that office by this country-bred conniver has been ruled out, so why draw the line at treason? (During Viet Nam, Clinton established his own category of being an MIA - Missing in Arkansas.)

Senator Fred Thompson, who, of all people, should know better, says he cannot bring himself to think that an American President would sell out his country for $600,000. Does that mean we're not talking about the principle, just haggling about the price? The more pertinent question Thompson might address is, what's loyalty to a pig? Is Bill Clinton above getting "shmeared?" Consider the soil he sprung from. In Arkansas the first sign of spring is when the trees start putting their leaves in unmarked envelopes and slipping them under your door. Then, consider the slime that had the run of the White House during the Clinton administration. The Whore of Babylon asked her clientele for references before inviting them into her bed. Clinton didn't bother to do that with Lincoln's bed.

There is no longer any doubt what the Clinton legacy is. It's treason- and not just any old garden-variety treason, but thermonuclear treason. It is the death ecstasy treason; a treason of such enormity as to imperil Existence itself. It is reasonably certain, in future editions of Webster's Dictionary (should there be a future) where the word treason appears, it will have Bill Clinton's picture next to it. In Bartlett's his most famous quote will be "I'll take it in small, unmarked bills." Disney World may "honor" our 42nd President with an attraction called Treasonland, featuring a live re-enactment of scenes from the Clinton Administration. (There seems something especially "cheesy" about seeing your country betrayed at a matinee.) If it is ever decided to put Bill Clinton on Mount Rushmore, first they'll have to remove the other Presidents and replace them with Benedict Arnold, Uriah Heep and Judas Iscariot. Likely, the sculptor will determine it fitting to portray Clinton with Judas' arm around his shoulders.

Consider this equation: Clinton needs money and controls technology. China needs technology and controls money. The only people convinced those circumstances are not in the proper constellation for treachery is the media. Their contention: outside of his ravenous megalomaniacal appetite to be re-elected President of the United States of America and occupy the most important office on the planet, Clinton had no motive. The media needs more "confirmation." In the meantime, they are still keeping an open mind about whether or not the Japanese really attacked Pearl Harbor, and are waiting for "the smoking gun" to turn up in the Teapot Dome affair.

Nor does the media find it significant, when rich, warmhearted South America drug lords visit the White House, our President puts a sign on his desk that reads "Se habla treason.") The "code of silence" makes it increasingly difficult to discern a disparity between media and Mafia.

Few comprehend the media's gemütlichkeit with Bill Clinton, and its   susceptibility to his sleight-of-mouth. Clinton calls treason "progress", and the press finds it reasonable. Why wouldn't they accept passing nuclear secrets to the Chinese Communists is not treason, when they've already accepted his contention, getting a "blow job" from someone other than your wife is not adultery? The media has already bought Bubba's proposition, tobacco is worse than treason, and in the nuclear world, it is better to become smoke than to inhale it. What is evident here is not thermonuclear technology, but thermonuclear hypocrisy. Thus media logic stipulates, if it looks like a traitor and quacks a traitor, it's just an American President doing business in the Orient. (Ultimately, the technicality that may prevent Bill Clinton from facing a firing squad is if he is registered as an agent of a foreign government.)

If the media is this Republic's last resort to survive , it will be wise for Americans to put their affairs in order. Clinton's selling out the nation does not make them bristle the way it does us. Should it be proven, to the media's chagrin, Bill Clinton has indeed betrayed the nation, likely CNN will report it as the most ethical betrayal in history. Prime time will be made available for Clinton to demur and say, "I never promised anyone a treason-free society" although it wouldn't inconvenience him if he had.

There is some evidence Bill Clinton (the Alfred E. Neuman of American politics "What, me worry?") is anxiously preoccupied with the massive undertaking of denying he is a traitor and a pervert, so much so, this year he forgot to send Idi Amin a Father's Day card. (Note: Some people say Idi Amin is dead - others insist he is not dead enough.) But for the most part, Clinton dismisses the Chinagate stuff as "routine", just the annual White House back-to-school secret nuclear technology sale, money to go to the purchase of Geiger counters for finding lost radioactive "chi'rrun" after the blast. James Carville will likely assure anxious mothers and fathers by saying, "It's the fallout, stupid." Clinton has referred all questions to his newly appointed Secretary of the Treachery who declines to be identified. His official line is, "This is a private matter. Treason is a part of the President's sex life. If you don't believe me, ask his wife."

The Clinton benchmarks are, turning the Oval Office into a snake ranch, and converting America's national security into a swap meet. At its most pristine, this administration has not been as "ethical" as professional wrestling. It is clear Clinton considers this crap "the job I was sent here to do", and his utterance of that notion is an egregious insult to the American people. All his defilement and blotching of the presidency having gone down so easily, high treason was the inevitable next step. The circumstance of William Jefferson Clinton's transfer of missile technology to Communist China has agitated the oleaginous toxic gunk that is his administration, from a scandal to a national emergency. It wasn't enough for him to turn Pennsylvania Avenue into a red light district and make the White House into a moral leper colony, he had to betray the nation as well. America has not produced a villain of his stripe since Benedict Arnold. (Arnold, at least, attempted to explain his treachery by saying he did it to get even with his parents. Trying to get some respect in George Washington's not yet politically correct Continental army of backwoodsmen with a prissy first name like Benedict cannot have been a walk in the park.)

It is reduced to this. Bill Clinton, the man who loves "chi'rrun", sold a hostile foreign power a passel of nuclear technology secrets that enables them to vaporize your kids. It is not clear how he can explain giving the hostile Chinese a made-in-America hot wind that can blow the meat off their bones and turn their skeletons into talcum powder. There would not even be a stain to mark where they were standing. The only mercy is, we would not be here to witness his servile cipher, Janet Reno, refusing to appoint an independent counsel to investigate their disappearance. All this makes it all right to hate Bill Clinton, and even justifies hating anyone who doesn't hate him.

Bill Clinton has the loyalty of pocket lint and the morals of a toad. His Administration is not only a hot bed of treachery, it is a hot bed of same-sex treachery. The only place where the China flap has not come as a surprise is in Hope, Arkansas, where Clinton's high school graduating classmates had voted him - "Boy Most Likely to Betray His Country."

He has given Bernard Schwartz, an international hustler of missile technology, a duplicate set of keys to the Pentagon, just for sloshing a million bucks into his re-election campaign. He has made the Pentagon a nuclear secrets thrift shop. Schwartz, himself, is right out of Charles Dickens, (a 71 year old billionaire who is still scrounging. At his age, he should be selling orthopedic missiles.) One is reminded of the words of Tennessee Williams, "Old men make war because they can't make love." Similarly, Sigmund Freud did not anticipate missiles, but he did anticipate Schwartz.

Clinton knows he can commit just about any crime with impunity, having Reno, his partial-birth Attorney General, nearby to abort justice. Consider her spurious prosecution of Bill Gates designed to take the heat off Bubba. Most Americans would feel safer and freer in a United States of Microsoft than in a United States of Clinton. Reno has not yet told us how it will profit this nation if she forces Bill Gates to pick up his microchips and go home. Failing that, Clinton knows he can escape retribution by having the media help him slip over his shoulders the mantle of a victim. (Blaming Reagan and Bush for Chinagate is contemptible, even for Bill Clinton.)

Bill Clinton lied and stole the election, and Bob Dole asked, "Where's the outrage?" Now Bill Clinton has pushed the nation to the brink of nuclear annihilation and nobody asks the question, "Where's the panic?" Perhaps people see a silver lining in Armageddon; the end of the Clinton racial Satan-bug whose bite poisons good will, his social dialectic of dependency uber alles, (co-dependency, inter-dependency, multi-lateral dependency, hyper-dependency; every kind but "independency") his need to create expensive alliances and international organizations that bustle with nothing. And most ignoble is his counterfeit posture of a "friend to the arts." The Secret Service has been on high alert since word got out the Blues Brothers called Michael Corleone and put a "contract" on Clinton's saxophone.)

Clinton has persuaded his political base he has made arrangements that will exempt them from the devastation of a nuclear holocaust. In their naïve, almost aboriginal mindset, they do not identify with America in life and so they cannot identify with it in death. A nuclear attack will not leave two bricks stuck together. Yet, they envision an aftermath in which the mailbox will still be standing and the welfare checks will still be inside it - and on time. They anticipate not the A Bomb, or the H Bomb, but the GE Bomb (the Get Even bomb, that decimates everyplace but the inner city.) Should the slums too be destroyed, Clinton will convince them it is just the first step in his program of urban renewal. If they're still around, they'll buy it.

Equally, in the self-obsessed, funhouse mirror logic within which his psyche skulks, Clinton exempts himself from the holocaust by claiming "nuclear privilege." It stipulates, when the Chinese missiles are in the downward arc of the parabola, all he has to do is run out on the White House lawn, look up at the sky and yell, "Hey! It's me! Bubba! Hang a left!" Having been allowed to slide through innumerable crises, he presumes his own durability, and, in anticipation of "the new world order", will attend the Berlitz School of Languages to learn to snivel in Cantonese. (In his smug shortsightedness, Bubba has not stopped to consider, even in the event he survives the blast, the radiation would dry up his body fluids, and then - no more Monica Lewinskys!)

The few who survive the Clinton cataclysm and the effects of radiation, will shamble about on their charred turf, eyes glazed, a mutant anomaly of deviant, conscienceless, squid-like invertebrates, who smile a lot, grope their own young, are aware they had destroyed the world and wishing they could do it again. The species will be called homo arkansathropus treasonus (among other things.).

To return to the Clinton legacy, he is no longer the "Touchie-Feelie President", or even "The Blow Job President." He is "The Death Wish President", who grew bored with disassembling America piecemeal, and handed over to the Chinese the means to destroy it all at once.

 "1600 Pennsylvania Avenue --- Treason-in-progress --- Car 54 --- Where are you?"

Norman Liebmann is a free lance political commentator and staff writer for Ether Zone Online!

Norman Liebmann can be reached at  firehat@gte.net

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Published in the May 1, 1999 issue of  Ether Zone Online!  Copyright © 1999 Ether Zone Online (http://etherzone.com). Reposting permitted with this message intact.

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