The Clinton Years: Whose Presidency Was It?

Democrat operatives have been hard at work trying to separate Hillary Rodham Clinton’s prospective presidency from her husband’s and from his womanizing dalliances.


Saturday Night Live ran a skit this weekend featuring a Hillary actress boo-hooing over “Bill’s Women.” Not bloody likely.  Hillary herself coyly admitted in the last debate that there are “public” candidates and “private” candidates, and the put-upon private Hillary, mockingly weeping over Bill’s indiscretions is no more an genuine portrait of Hillary than the botoxed smile that smirks before the cameras.


“Queen Hillary” is not a moniker placed upon Hillary Rodham Clinton by Donald Trump. GOP operatives did not give her that title.  Nor did radio pundits like Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity or Michael Savage bestow that title upon her.


No, the title was bestowed upon her, according to Gary Aldrich’s powerful book, Unlimited Access: An FBI Agent Inside the Clinton White House.”  (Regnery Press, 1996, 1998), by the permanent White House staff members who lived in dread of her.


Aldrich is a now retired (as opposed to “ex”, as implied by one of Hillary’s minions on Fox News to suggest that his retirement from the Federal Bureau of Investigation was anything but honorable, or that what he revealed 20 years ago is now “old news.”) FBI agent, with a respectable, 26-year career with the agency.


The F.B.I. tasked Aldrich and one other agent with vetting the administration’s new staffers upon Clinton’s first election to the presidency in 1992. They were members of the F.B.I. [White House] Liaison Office.


“For more than three decades,” Aldrich writes, “the FBI, the Secret Service, and the president’s counsels had worked as a team to ‘clear’ the hundreds of new staff members who come with a new president. It is a comprehensive and effective security system that has been perfected by six different presidents to protect the national security, the president, the taxpayer, and the White House itself.


“This clearance process is accomplished through a lengthy FBI background investigation to document the good character of each and every White House staff member, from the chief of staff right down to the most obscure messenger located far from the Oval Office. In addition, the FBI clears all of the cabinet secretary positions, working with the U.S. Senate in the confirmation process.


“As part of the permanent two-man FBI post in the White House, I was a key player in the [ironically-named] SPIN Unit (or Special Inquiry Unit) team responsible for investigating the backgrounds of executive branch employees and federal judges. My partner in the White House post, Dennis Sculimbrene and I were particularly responsible for anyone who would work in the White House complex.  That meant for anyone who might harm or embarrass the president or compromise the White House – indeed, national – security.


“Our work was all about access. In order to get our job done, we needed unlimited access to the White House grounds, buildings, and office space, and its several thousand permanent and political employees.”


A new administration meant hundreds of background investigations. There were very few limits on what Aldrich and Sculimbrene could investigate during past administrations.  If they found character problems, “we would often go beyond investigating the basics – like credit reports – to looking into phone logs, medical records, and other detailed reports that would help us to decide whether a character problem would ‘wash out’ or whether it was an indelible stain that the White House counsel needed to be aware of in order to protect the president and the presidency.  The four key elements to a background investigation are: characters, associates, reputation, and loyalty.  The FBI also took into account dangerousness and suitability.


Even before the inauguration, Aldrich reports, “we were already off to a bad start. There were about seventy days between the election and the inauguration – sufficient time to complete a large number of SPIN cases.  But for some reason, there weren’t many cases coming in.


“The only big influx of cases had been at Christmas [1992], when numerous cabinet-level and other appointments were dumped into the system after these appointments had already been made public – the reversal of normal procedure.


A hundred or more items of investigation were required. Aldrich and Sculimbrene were ordered to complete the investigation and type their reports in an average of four calendar days.


“A fairly routine process became a crisis,” Aldrich notes. “Our first problem was that these people needed to be located so they could be interviewed.  But it was Christmastime and having received their invitation to the ball, many of the new big players went off to their ski chalet or to the islands.  FBI investigation.  Oh, yeah, I forgot.”


“All of this chaos was so unnecessary and it eventually caused the administration so much trouble that there seemed to be only three possible explanations, all very disturbing.


“The administration was being managed by people so disorganized that they could not conform to basic procedures essential to the administration’s own effectiveness.


Or key people in the administration had simply decided that the security procedures were not important and were taking a ‘so what?’ attitude toward possible scandal, embarrassment, or worse.


Or key people in the administration were so actively hostile to the background investigation process that they wanted to guarantee we wouldn’t have enough time to perform adequate checks and follow up on allegations. This might be because some people in the administration had serious matters to hide.  Or it might simply be because people in the administration were instinctively hostile to authority figures of all types and to all those regular procedures, customs, and standards by which high-level organizations, whether in the White House or the corporate board room, avoid even the appearance of impropriety or scandal, or just loose practices.


“Like the Clintons, I lived through the 1960s,, and I knew there were a lot of people who still thought like that – who thought it was oppressive to have to wear a tie, show up to work on time, restrain their bad language or raw emotions, or even obey the law. As an FBI agent, I knew that often spelled trouble.  People who were hostile to the normal, law-abiding world and its standards were often hostile to normal, law-abiding morality and ethics.  And those were the sort of people who might bring embarrassment to the White House.”


Just before the inauguration in 1993, Aldrich reports, Tony Benedi, former deputy director of Scheduling for the Bush Administration and Mel Lukins, deputy director of the Bush Advance Office were scheduled to meet with personal representatives of the President-elect Clinton to ensure a smooth transition of responsibilities after the Oath of Office was administered.


“Dressed in their usual impeccable suits, Tony and Mel waited and waited. They began to get a little nervous because three rough-looking characters had arrived and were hanging around, eyeballing them.  Were they about to be mugged?  The trio looked like bikers, with earrings and ponytails, jeans that were torn and dirty, and faded sweatshirts or Levi jackets.  Tony thought they might be there to erect bleachers or do some other construction.  He walked over to them.


“’Guys,’ Tony began, ‘we’re supposed to meet a few folks from the Clinton administration. Have you run into any guys who might be the Clinton Advance Team?’


“One of them gave Tony a dirty look. ‘We’re the Clinton Advance Team.’”


I’ve told you about the public screaming match the Clintons had just before the inauguration ceremony.  Aldrich reports:


“After taking the oath, Bill and Hillary Clinton were taken to a holding room in the Capitol building. Minutes passed while everyone waited for Bill and Hillary to emerge to commence the inaugural festivities.  A Capitol Hill police officer was ordered to inform the Clintons that everyone was ready and waiting.


“The police officer knocked and opened the door of the holding room. He immediately shut it, beating a hasty retreat.  Hillary Clinton was screaming at her husband in what was described as “uncontrolled and unbridled fury.”  Apparently, the matter of office space [the East Wing, the traditional haunt of the First Lady, versus the West Wing, the presidential seat of power] was not settled.


“A case of jitters or understandable last minute fussing?” Aldrich asks.


“No, not according to extremely reliable sources who have spoken to me and who, for obvious reasons, must remain anonymous. One [editor’s italics] of the reasons the Clintons were late was because Vice President Gore had just found out that the West Wing office usually reserved for the vice president was, instead, going to be occupied by the first lady.


“Network news cameras, trained on Blair House the morning of the inauguration, recorded a glimpse of the [soon-to-be] president and first lady screaming at each other. Sources I consider very reliable,” Aldrich continues, “affirm that Clinton told Hillary that if she didn’t back off from her plans to unseat Gore, Gore would go public with his anger and perhaps resign.  Hillary shouted at him that as far as she was concerned, they had a deal – a deal that dated back to the campaign, when Lloyd Cutler had convinced her to stand by Clinton despite the allegations that he’d had an affair with Jennifer Flowers.  The matter had already been decided, she said, and she had no intention of backing off; Gore was bluffing.”


Aldrich drove on to the White House to assume his duties. An eye roll from the normally reserved Secret Service agent at the gate was a mystery.  As he entered the White House Mess, he discovered the answer to the enigmatic gesture:  the normally, well-scrubbed cafeteria had been turned into a pig-pen, a mess worthy of a college cafeteria.


“I looked around,” Aldrich writes. “I saw a shaggy-haired, middle-aged guy over in the corner in a loud, checkered, polyester, double-knit suit and badly scuffed shoes.  The woman next to me was dressed like a cocktail waitress.  Her shirt was tight and ended at her midriff; her skirt was short and she wasn’t wearing any [panty] hose.  Between the two of them, I almost wondered if I’d walked into Hooters by mistake.


Aldrich left the canteen and headed for an elevator, where a crowd of Clintonites rushed the elevator as soon as the doors opened, not giving the occupants time to get out.


Two key offices were involved the F.B.I. operations at the White House. One was the Counsel’s Office, and the other was the Office of Administration, which ran the Personnel Office and supplied logistical support for the F.B.I. investigations at the White House.  The Counsel’s Office ordered investigations and reviewed the results.  Aldrich makes clear that the F.B.I’s job was to investigate only, not to prosecute.


After leaving a message for David Watkins, the new assistant to the president for Office and Administration, with his “I-Am-Not-A-Secretary” assistant Clarissa Cerda, Aldrich went to meet with him and perform the background investigation.  Aldrich notes that the interview is considered confidential because of the Privacy Act, but “instead of answering my questions, Watkins used words or phrases that could have a double meaning.”  The more Aldrich bore down on him to assess his character suitable, the more evasive Watkins became.


Meanwhile, his counterpart was having trouble getting the Clinton people to cooperate.


“Dennis looked agitated. ‘I tell you, Gary, this is going to be a challenge. I don’t know about you, but I’m having a heck of a time getting these Clinton people to grant interviews.  I call people up, tell them who I am and what I need to do, and they tell me they’re too busy to talk to the FBI!’


“Too busy to talk to the FBI?” Aldrich was amazed. “How did they expect to get permanent passes to the White House or security clearances so they could read classified material?”


Clearly, not only didn’t they care, they knew they didn’t have to. They had carte blanche to breeze through the White House from people at the very top of the food chain – the Clintons themselves.


One morning, Aldrich went downstairs to check in with his friend, Frank “the Framer” Posey and his co-worker, Roland. “Frank was an ex-Coast Guard serviceman and trained carpenter now responsible for framing photos and documents for the White House.”


Frank’s job that day was to remove pictures of the outgoing president and vice president and replace them with their replacements. Aldrich looked through the stack of prints.


“Where’s Al Gore?” Aldrich asked. “I don’t see the vice president.”


“Frank grinned. He pointed over to another part of his shop where there was another stack of pictures.  ‘Take a look at those.’


“I walked over and flipped one right-side up. But it wasn’t Al Gore; it was Hillary Clinton. ‘Frank, seriously, don’t you have any of the vice president?’


“’Nope. Not a one.  They all have to be framed right away – and then we have to hang them.’




“In the weeks that followed the inauguration, almost every office received a giant picture of Bill and Hillary Clinton.   But in offices that had some connection to Hillary Clinton, there were few if any pictures of the president.  Al Gore did get some jumbos, but they were restricted almost entirely to the vice president’s offices.”


As for office space in the West Wing, Gore did get the office space usually reserved for the vice president. But an FBI agent long stationed in that section, Greg Schwarz, was evicted.  “Gore staffers, he told me had complained that they ‘didn’t want to be in the same room with an FBI agent’ and that they ‘couldn’t imagine sharing office space with a fed.’  Why not?


“Soon the mystery was solved. It appears that Al and Tipper Gore decided to reward their “incredibly hard-working staff” after the inauguration by inviting them to a Grateful Dead concert.  The Gores were described by a Gore spokesman as dedicated ‘Deadheads.’


“As an FBI agent, I knew the parking lot of Great Dead concerts were notorious open-air drug markets and that the band itself and its followers were an entrenched part of the drug culture.’”


“I was disappointed when I discovered that the vice president’s staff was not much different than the Clinton staff. They too had serious character flaws which were reflective of counterculture roots, including a casual attitude about the use of illegal.  Indeed, many Gore staffers had radical political attitudes.”


That included Gore speechwriter Robert Lehrman, known for his explicitly sexual teenage novels. He readily admitted that the book was really a how-to book for young teens, instructing them in the proper techniques of love-making.”


“The new White House Director of Security was Craig Livingstone,” Aldrich writes. “Craig had no experience in security issues.  His only qualifications were that he was a thirty-something friend of the Clintons and was built like an overweight bouncer.  And his Washington career had opened with a bang.  Federal employees were trying to find more than $150,000 worth of equipment lost or stolen from the inauguration – equipment that had been in the charge of Craig Livingstone.”


When Associate Counsel William Kennedy asked Aldrich what he thought of Livingstone replacing Jane Dannenhauer (Director of the White House Counsel’s Office of Security), adding, what the F.B.I. would think if there were “character issues in his background,” Aldrich tried to respond carefully. It was a post that should be filled with someone squeaky clean, he replied.


Kennedy cut him off, “I guess I see your point, but it doesn’t matter. It’s a done deal.  Hillary wants him.”


Hillary Clinton set herself up in the West Wing right in the midst of the White House Counsel offices. If any policy was to be discussed, particularly domestic, she was in on the meetings.  If there were any legal questions, she was to be there, no questions asked.


Hillary had become the Clinton administration’s de facto “Chief of Staff.”


“Hillary not only ran the domestic side of the White House (eventually, sealing the Residence off from the F.B.I. and the Secret Service, whose job it was to protect the First Family, when a fed-up Secret Service agent reported that Hillary threw a lamp at Bill in a fit of rage); she ran domestic policy as well.


“But Mrs. Clinton was also the de facto White House counsel and director of presidential personnel, selecting and clearing staff.


“There were some staff members with obvious links to the president – like Catherine Cornelius and another West Wing employee, both young, attractive blondes – but the president kept a low profile in the staffing and management of the White House. I saw no evidence of a power struggle between the president and first lady.  The power was all hers.  The president’s role seemed limited to taking the blame.”


In the infamous Filegate Travel Office Scandal, Hillary Clinton was the chief scoundrel. She abused the F.B.I. by forcing it into a 30-month (2-1/2 year) investigation of seen innocent citizens in the White House Travel Office.  Further, she obstructed justice and failed to adhere to the federal law by hiding and destroying documents that would clear the single Travel Office employee (Billy Dale) against whom false accusations were finally filed and taken to court.  The reason for Filegate was that Hillary wanted her own people from Arkansas in the Travel Office.


The firings were handled by David Watkins. The White House Counsel’s Office refused to allow Aldrich to perform the proper interviews to ascertain the guilt or innocence of the defendants.  The evidence against them was scant; some assistance to the press covering the president so they wouldn’t be delayed during travel.


Then there was the mishandling of the Vince Foster suicide. Word had no sooner gotten out that Foster had committed suicide than Hillary Clinton’s staffers were raiding his office, removing cartons and boxes of files that should have been left in place for a proper investigation.


Aldrich had warned Foster, who gave the F.B.I agent the proper respect he deserved, about the dangerous lack of security in the White House about a week before his death. Aldrich was worried his warnings might have led to the man’s suicide.  Aldrich confided in Craig Livingstone.


“’I’m afraid I added to his woes by dumping all this in his lap,’” Aldrich said.


“’Gary, I assure you, none of that stuff had anything to do with his death. He had bigger problems on his mind.  He was worried that rumors about his affair with Hillary were resurfacing.  We had that problem during the campaign, you know, after the business with Gennifer came up.  You remember, when Bill and Gennifer were doing their thing?  Vince and Hillary were doing their thing.  Vince thought if it resurfaced it would ruin his life, his reputation, and his marriage, and he thought it would impact big time on Hillary and the presidency.’


“’What? An affair with Hillary?’


“Livingstone looked genuinely surprised. ‘You don’t know?  You’re kidding me, right?’”


Aldrich was in for yet another surprise, regarding Vince Foster. Aldrich was speaking with a computer expert for the White House Information Resources Management Division about how to clear deleted documents from a hard drive permanently so a computer thief couldn’t get access to classified material.


The first way was to smash it by taking the hard drive out and dismantling it piece by piece. Or there was the government-approved scrub program to erase the hard drive completely.  After about four hours, the entire disc would be cleaned.


Then the computer expert said to Aldrich, “’Speaking of computers, have you heard about the Foster computer?”


“’What about it?’


“’You aren’t going to believe what happened to it. Months after the suicide, someone finally got around to thinking about Foster’s computer and ordered us to track it down.  I can’t believe that Fiske and your FBI boys didn’t seize it right away, but they didn’t.  We tracked the computer by its serial number.  We then ran a review of all repair and installation documents related to it, and guess what we found out?  Foster’s computer had been taken out of his office after his death because it wasn’t being used, and someone else needed it.


“’But when it was turned on, when someone tried to use it, it wouldn’t boot up – the hard drive wouldn’t function. A call was placed to the shop that repairs computers, and the guys came over to take a look at it.  Sure enough, the hard drive wasn’t operating.  They took the machine apart, and found the hard drive was so badly damaged it couldn’t be repaired.


“’The computer repairman didn’t know the history of the computer, that it had been Foster’s computer, so he simply took the old, broken hard drive out and installed a brand new one. He programmed the new drive and took the old drive back to the shop and tossed it into the scrap barrel.  A couple of months later, someone came along and emptied the scrap barrel.’”


“’This is unbelievable,’ Aldrich exclaimed.  “How could this happen.  You do know that the FBI is investigating obstruction of justice charges in this case?  Does anyone else know about this?’


“’Yeah, one of the guys testified about it to Kenneth Starr’s group or was interviewed about it; I don’t know which. Staff knows about it, but I don’t think anyone knows who ‘did’ the hard drive.’


“’Did’ the hard drive? Wait a minute.  Are you saying that the hard drive was destroyed by someone?  How do you destroy a hard drive?”


Although the expert had already explained it to Aldrich, he went into further detail.


“’Gary, there’s only one way I know of to destroy a hard drive. You turn on the computer and order it to perform a function of some kind, and while the hard drive is working to finish the function, you pick up the case and you drop it sharply on the floor, or on some other hard surface.  The disk will usually self-destruct on impact, and then it can’t be used and can’t be read easily, if at all.  Of course, even if you could read it, it’s long gone now because all those investigators didn’t think to ask about it.’”


“’We don’t run these investigations,’ Aldrich told the expert, ‘we take orders. FBI agents working for an independent counsel have virtually no say in what is done or not done.  It hurts our egos to admit it, but it’s true.  The good old days of the independent FBI are over.  The FBI gets the blame, and the prosecutors get the credit.  That’s how it works these days.’


“’Well, then,’ the computer expert remarked, ‘the prosecutors really blew it. If we all know they should have seized the computer, why didn’t they?’”


Aldrich goes on to talk about Hillarycare:


“Early in the Clinton Administration, the media was full of stories about FOBs – Friends of Bill.” But many of the appointees I investigated were really FOHs – Friends of Hillary.  Nowhere were her thumbprints more pronounced than on the Health Care Task Force – the most important domestic project of President Clinton’s first term.


“The health care debate looked very different inside the White House than it did to the public. While the public was inundated by hard-luck stories of suffering poor people who had lost their insurance, the Clintons themselves were behaving like the most cut-throat corporate downsizers.


“In an effort to make good on candidate Clinton’s promise to cut the White House staff by 25 percent – a target the administration never reached – many long-time federal employees were fired. To staff the White House, the Administration brought in a flood of interns and volunteers who worked out only without insurance, but also with pay (and frequently without professional standards of behavior [one mini-skirted staffer was walking ahead of the First Lady when she bent down to do something.  The First Lady saw that not only was the mini-skirted young woman not wearing pantyhose underskirt, but nothing else, either.]).


“Kept very quiet by the Clintons was the fact that many White House employees hired as officially ‘part-time’ staff to be paid at only thirty-nine hours a week or less, even though there was plenty of work for them to do and they wanted to work full time. But denying them that extra hour of work a week allowed the White House to deny them a variety of benefits, the chief of which was health insurance.”


Another friend of Aldrich’s called to ask if the First Lady was out of her mind.


The friend explained, “’Well, three health insurance company executives hired my lobbyist friend to go with them to the White House to present their solution for the health care crisis. They wanted personally to present their case to the task force, hopefully directly to Hillary.  They got their chance.  They were able to get an appointment with the first lady. They went down there in a group, were brought into the West Wing and were told to wait in the Roosevelt Room.  They had sent advanced copies of their plan, and they were looking forward to speaking to Hillary about.’


“’How did your friend get caught up in this?’ Aldrich asked.


“’Well, she’s the sister of a classmate of Hillary, and it was thought that if a call was made…You know the rest, right?’”


“’Yeah. So tell me, what happened?’


“’They were kept waiting an hour. Then Hillary walked in, slammed their proposal on the table, and said, ‘Gentlemen, I have looked at your proposal, and it’s pure bulls—t!  Now, you’ve had your meeting!  Get out!’”


The White House Usher’s Office also had its run-ins with the Wicked Witch of the West Wing. Hillary wanted some Blistex.  According to Aldrich, when the assistant usher informed the First “Lady” that the Usher’s Office didn’t have a drugstore, she ripped his ear off.  He then got in his personal car, in the middle of the night, to find an all-night drugstore, and bought the item for her.


In another incident, Aldrich relates that “[a] senior permanent employee, who I knew to be a strong supporter of the Clintons, had looked forward to meeting her. He held a position that ensured that some day he would.  One day, he saw Hillary Clinton walking in his direction down a corridor in [the Old Executive Office Building].  She looked in no particular hurry, so he thought it might be a good time to say hello.  She approached with her Secret Service agents walking several paces behind her.


“Working up his best smile, he said, ‘Good morning, Mrs. Clinton.’ She stared right through him.  He told me it was as if she had ‘pierced his skull with laser beams.’


Aldrich continues, “Another staffer, also permanent, witnessed the event from her cracked office door and approached my friend.


“’I guess you didn’t get the word?’


“’What word?’ he asked.


“’When ‘Queen Hillary’ walks down the hall, you’re not supposed to look at her. You’re actually supposed to into an office if there is one.  She doesn’t want staff ‘seeing’ her.  And I know she sure as hell doesn’t want to meet you or any other [permanent] staffer!’


“’You have got to be kidding me!’


“No, we got the word in a staff meeting. It’s true.  Look around.  Do you see anyone else in the hall?’


Aldrich’s friend looked around and sure enough “people were starting to emerge, like prairie dogs peeking out of their burrows after a hawk has flown past.”


Aldrich’s partner, Dennis, had a similar experience. “In February 1993, he was walking to the Residence to interview Head Usher Gary Walters about a new employee.  He saw Hillary Clinton coming from the opposite direction.  She was carrying a box that appeared to be heavy [Vince Foster’s computer, perhaps?] and she was about to come to a double door that would have been hard to open, even if she had not been carrying a heavy box.


“He noticed the Secret Service agents making no effort to assist her. He stepped forward to help, but a Residence staffer close enough to Dennis to whisper without being heard by ‘Queen Hillary,’ said, ‘Don’t!’


“When Hillary was safely away, the staffer told Dennis that Hillary insisted that no man should help her in any way.


“Another close source, this one in the Secret Service, told me that Hillary had ordered her Secret Service protective detail to ‘stay the f—k away from me!” and to keep at least ten yards of distance between her and them at all times.


“The Secret Service agent told me that it was much harder to protect her from a distance of ten yards, and she was told this, but she didn’t seem to care what the Secret Service said. He also told me that it was obvious that she had a clear dislike for the agents, bordering on hatred, in his opinion.


“Along those same lines, another source reports that two Secret Service agents heard Hillary’s daughter, Chelsea, refer to them as “personal trained pigs” to some of her friends. When the friends had gone, the senior agent on the detail tried to scold Chelsea for such disrespect.  He told her that he was willing to put his life on the line to save hers, and he believed that her father, the president, would be shocked if he heard what she had just said to her friends.


“I don’t think so,” Chelsea responded. “That’s what my parents call you.”


Hillary Clinton didn’t give much thought to her role as First Lady. Though she had to swallow the nominal title, she thought of herself as the “Co-President.”  When she did attend to East Wing matters, she did so with incredibly bad taste.


Nothing speaks worse of Hillary’s true character than the Blue Room Christmas Tree. This is the First Lady’s own, traditional Christmas tree.  The 1993 Blue Room Christmas tree was what Aldrich deemed a “stark” affair” with carved, wooden fertility symbols and crystal blocks gelled around old computer parts that were too heavy to stay on the tree.


Blue Room Christmas 1994 was truly a “Blue Christmas.” Hillary Clinton had invited art students (presumably college art students) to send in hand-made Christmas ornaments.  Aldrich, who was always invited to “Decorating Saturday” because he was strong, was back for the “fun”.


He brought the boxes in and the staff members began to unpack them.


“It took about ten seconds to get the first reaction: ‘What in the world?’  ‘What the hell?’  ‘Look at this thing?  What is it?’


What it was was Hillary’s interpretation of “The Twelve Days of Christmas.”


“The orders from the First Lady’s Office are to hang these,” someone told Aldrich. “It’s what she wants so we have to hang them.  Anyway, many of them are from ‘blue ribbon’ art schools, as designated by the Secretary of Education.  The whole administration has a stake in this.”


Some ornaments were funny such as five real onion rings glued to Styrofoam. Others, like the Twelve Lords A’Leapin’ were eight tiny, naked male figurines, each featuring their very pronounced “maleness.” The tree also featured, according to Aldrich, other sex toys and self-mutilation devices.


“Some ornaments were constructed out of various drug paraphernalia, like syringes, heroin spoons, or roach clips…” Three French Hens were French-kissing in a menage-a-trois..Two turtle doves, with their shells, were joined together in an act of bird fornication.


“Here was another five golden rings ornament,” Aldrich writes, “five gold-wrapped condoms. I threw them in trash.  There were other condom ornaments, some still in the wrapper, some not.  Two sets had been ‘blown’ into balloons and tied to small trees.


“When we were through, the first lady’s tree had all the beauty and majesty of a landfill.


“Hillary’s social secretary, Ann Stock, came down, carefully looked at the tree and its decorations and pronounced it ‘perfect’ and ‘delightful.’ My shoulders sagged.  Stock had been our last, best hope to clean up this ‘mistake.’  But instead, she thought it was ‘neat.’  At least, we had turned the gingerbread man around so that his golden rings didn’t face the tour line.  I came back later and took some pictures of the tree and ‘Mr. Gingerbread Man’ with the rings side out.  I knew nobody would believe this without photographic proof.”


The White House naturally obtained a copy of Aldrich’s book. Aldrich was scheduled to appear on numerous talk shows to discuss this explosive tome.  But the White House PR team had beaten him to the punch.  They got ahead of the story, using their media, particularly George Stephanopoulos, to discredit, dismiss and smear Gary Aldrich, a 26-year veteran of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.


Still, his book made the top of the New York Times best-seller list, pushing Hillary’s own book, “It Takes a Village” off into the dustbin. She and her staff have been working full-time ever since its publication in 1996 (with paperback edition with extra goodies in 1998) to deny the allegations.


The Cast of 2016 is the same as the Cast of 1992. Many of the same players are still there, like  Sidney Blumenthal, as are many of the same problems and scandals.


“Handling classified material without a clearance – or allowing classified material,” Aldrich wrote in 1996, twenty years ago, “is a violation of federal law. But think of what it means for national security when just about anyone can handle classified material.  It wouldn’t take a [then] KGB genius to infiltrate the Clinton administration.  Apparently, most White House documents are freely available to whomever might look at them, however ‘inadvertently.’”


Twenty year-old charges, Hillary’s defenders would claim. Twenty year-old charges that are just as relevant today as in 1996, when Hillary beat the rap, as they used to say back then.


We don’t need a repeat of history. Hillary has flouted the law, abused her staff, and launched off on blue-tongued rants that would make Donald Trump blush.  Read Unlimited Access soon, if you can, or at least pass this e-mail around.


Decide for yourselves if we’re judging Bill Clinton’s presidency – or Hillary’s.


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