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The mighty Shakespeare in his direst night sweats could not have conjured
up the Clinton family in all their sharp angles and dark corners, but we can
try to reconstruct the scene last week on Loretta Lynch’s plane out on the
Phoenix airport tarmac. Former president Bill steps aboard:
Loretta: What the fuck are you doing here?
Bill: I
just had to tell you what Charlotte did last week.
Loretta: Who the fuck is Charlotte?
Bill: Our
grand-kid. She’s turning into a good little earner.
Loretta: We can’t meet like this. We’re about to depose your
wife.
Bill:
Charlotte gave a speech to the whole Citibank C-suite.
Loretta: I don’t give a fuck. Get off my plane right now!
Bill: Well, I
don’t know if ‘speech’ is the right word. She gurgles nice.
Loretta: I guess you didn’t hear me.
Bill:
She pulled in fifty grand for that. Of course it was a hundred percent
remitted to the foundation. Well, bye now. (Exits plane).
I have a theory about the Clinton family dynamic. Bill does not want
Hillary to win because he doesn’t want to live in the White House again. For
sure he does not want to live with The Flying Reptile, but he especially
doesn’t want to be on display in that fishbowl where folks pretty much can see
what you’re up to 24/7. For one thing, “The Energizer” can’t discreetly come
and go. But he certainly doesn’t want to concern himself as “First Husband”
or “First Gentleman” (title TBD) with deciding which fabric to choose in
replacing the East Room draperies. So Bill decided to fix things for sure
with that innocent visit to the US Attorney General’s airplane to talk about
grand-kids.
It seems to be working. If there was any question that Loretta Lynch could
just sit on her hands about Hillary’s email investigation through the
November election, it went up in a vapor last week. It also left FBI director
on the hot seat because now he will have to either cough up a referral to
Justice Department prosecutors, or he’ll have some ‘splainin to do in the
heat of a presidential election campaign. If you thought Watergate was a ripe
peach, this one is beginning to look like a stinking durian (Durio
zibethinus).
Both The New York Times and the WashPo are spinning the
Hillary email scandal as being about security protocols, which is to say they
are deliberately putting too fine a point on the matter as a ruse to deflect
from the deeper issue: namely, did Hillary as Secretary of State use her
office to shovel money from sources in foreign lands into her family foundation?
It sure looks that way if you match the contributions from foreign lands to
the arms sale deals she approved as part of her official duties. In any case,
whatever connection there might be between those arms deals and the
foundation revenue, is there not under any circumstances some obvious
conflict of interest (and legal liability) about a secretary of state doing
personal business with foreign governments?
This matter is swelling like an abscess ready to burst just as the Hon (?)
Debbie Wasserman Schultz whacks the gavel to open the Democratic National
Convention in Philadelphia. Meanwhile, Bernie’s troops will be ready to rock
and roll both inside and outside the convention, with perhaps some
diversionary skirmishes by the Black Lives Matter cadres. Throw in another
“Lone Wolf” massacre, say, at a cheese-steak stand and you can kiss the
Democratic Party goodbye.
Note that this convergence of bad karma will take place against the
background of deteriorating events on the banking scene. The European banks
in particular are melting away to nothing while European Union officials
wring their hands in prayer. You can bet it’s going to affect all the global
banks, daisy-chained as the are in counterparty obligations. Somewhere in a
dark subterranean chamber, the magma of financial derivatives is getting
ready to blow.
Happy Independence Day everybody! Who needs space aliens when we’ve got
Hillary and Trump?
