Hangin' With The Clintons

One of the many pleasures of living in Iowa is that beloved “first in nation” status for presidential caucuses/primaries. I’ve mentioned the onslaught of politicians that come through town daily before, but yesterday I actually dragged the Lovely Mrs. G. out yesterday to see one – or, depending on how you look at it – two.

Yes, we (and several hundred of our closest friends) met up with good ol’ Bill and Hilary yesterday. Can you believe it?

Okay, we personally didn’t meet them – the crowd was too thick for me to get much closer than this to Bill, and Hilary was already shaking hands around the corner by the time I got up this close. But it was a good turnout, especially in a part of the state where the GOP runs thick. It was actually refreshing to see.

Of course, since this is Iowa after all, Bill Richardson and Joe Biden showed up at the exact same spot a couple of hours later. But we were long gone before that point – I’d come to see Bill (primarily) and Hilary (somewhat), and we didn’t hang out any longer than that.

Now, I know that a lot of people are still pissed at Slick Willie for his White House dalliances with women-to-whom-he-was-not-married. Yeah, it was rude of him to do. Yes, he lied to us about it. Yes, he’s lucky his wife didn’t publicly beat him senseless.

But the way I see it, Billy’s lies are NOTHING compared to Georgie’s lies. Bill’s hummer didn’t cause 3,742 Americans to die in Iraq. Monica’s stained blue dress is minor compared to 27,662 wounded soldiers.

And the cost of impeaching William J. Clinton? A drop in the bucket compared to what we’re pissing away fighting a war we shouldn’t have been involved in. Plus, Bill had a V.P. that actually cared about the world, and just didn’t go around shooting dudes in the face. So there.

So I was glad to see Bill and Hilary stop in – they’re welcome to town any time. Come on over to the Gressel house, guys – I’ll throw some brisket on the BBQ and we can crack open a couple of cold ones.

I’m not sure which pol will be in town next – Lord knows it won’t be long until we find out who – but maybe I’ll have to go hear what they have to say too. But if Georgie Boy was to show up (and believe me – he has before), I’ll stay as far away from him as possible. I’d hate to get his stench on me.

But for now I’ll be happy with the knowledge that I was thisclose to the former President of the United States. And it should be known that if Hilary does end up winning this thing in a mere 14 months from now, then the Lovely Mrs. G. and I would be more than thrilled to accept an Ambassadorship position to Tahiti.

Hey, it’s the least she can do...