...this ain't no foolin' around. I'd love ta hold ya, I'd love to kiss ya, but I, I ain't got time for that now... " (Staple Singers)
President Bill Clinton and I go a long way back, to 1993, when the Son of a Bitch blasphemed me by accusing me of thinking I am God, live on CSPAN.
Then, he and his wretched wife dogged my every step, from Campbell and San Jose to San Francisco, by employing people to disrupt my movements, and slashing a finger across their throats within my field of vision: constantly.
Then they sent surrogates to tell people that I am supposedly a child molester; the store clerk, my neighbors and acquaintances. Well, let me drop a bomb on that theory by announcing that I have not had sex of any kind for about a decade-and-a-half. So, how can one postulate that with a wretched cretin who needs to empty his gonads every single day, like my friend Bill and his trollop wife- he doing the nasty in the Oval Office with a teenaged Intern when he was 53-years-old, and she seducing women half her age with gifts and political appointments? Who are the sick ones? Not me.
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