I remember my sixth grade school teacher, Mrs. Knight, telling us the story of where she was the day that John F. Kennedy was shot. She loved the man dearly and started crying as she told us all about the events of that day. Not one us could empathize, of course - especially me. I could grasp how terrifying a public shooting could be, but what I didn't get was how someone could be so emotionally attached to a politician that they'd never even met.But seeing Bill Clinton's face on TV repeatedly lately to promote the Clinton Global Initiative has made me realize how much I like the man - and how much I truly miss him. My liking turned to adoration as I watched him pummel Fox News correspondant and right wing butt-plug, Chris Wallace. I was also truly happy to be reminded that presidents can be intelligent and inquisitive, while also possessing an impressive vocabulary. 'Subliminable' was not part of Clinton's venacular.
Bill could play the sax and our current President probably can't even play the skin flute. Clinton had charisma, and Bush has Karl Rove. The Comeback Kid had William Cohen, Madeline Albright and James Carville. Dubya has Rummy, Guru and Turd Blossom.
Oh, how I miss those days.
But until we can once again elect a leader with who possesses all of those qualities, I'll just have to dream about the Clinton years. Back then we had a surplus, positive job growth, low crime rates in the inner cities, a great relationship with the rest of the world, and our major government scandal was about a cigar and a blowjob.
I miss you, Bill Clinton.