"Class reunion from hell"..priceless!

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XXXXX DRUDGE REPORT XXXXX SUNDAY, AUGUST 08, 1999 20:02:47 ET XXXXX

CLINTON WOMEN TO GATHER IN ONE HOTEL ROOM; MAY FILE CLASS-ACTION LAWSUIT

**World Exclusive**

More than a dozen women associated with various Clinton scandals are set to
gather in one hotel room, the DRUDGE REPORT has learned.

The meeting, which has been planned in secret, is scheduled to take place
in Dallas later this month.

According to legal sources, the women will travel from all across the
country to share "war stories" and to discuss the possibility of filing a
class action lawsuit against President Bill Clinton!

"It has taken quite some time to track all of them down," one well-placed
source told the DRUDGE REPORT. "And to get them all to agree to meet in one
room has taken months. But we're there."

News of the gathering is bound to cause nightmares at the White House.

"It is going to be the class reunion from hell," said one source.

The Dallas gathering will mark the first time that many of the women have
met or have spoken to each other directly. And several of the women
traveling to Dallas are not well-known to scandal watchers.

"One has remained a Jane Doe," a legal source told the DRUDGE REPORT,
referring to women who surfaced during the Paula Jones case.

"But she, like all of the others, has been harassed by Mr. Clinton and his
'fix-it' team... [she] is now ready to fight back... there will be power in
numbers."

Investigators have not been able to locate former Miss America Elizabeth
Ward Gracen. And White House-scarred Kathleen Willey, who is preparing for
her fall wedding, is leaning against making the trek, the DRUDGE REPORT can
reveal.

"[Willey] does not want to get involved in the lawsuit," one legal source
explained. "She supports all of the other women and would love to meet them
face-to-face, but she has decided the personal toll of opening it all up in
a lawsuit... would just be too great."

"I am going to get married and try to put all of this behind me," Willey
told the ASSOCIATED PRESS last month. "It's all over."

"I am not really sure what to expect from the meeting," said one Clinton
scandal star who is planning to travel to Dallas.

"But I am going to bring my camera, this is really going to be something
else... all of us in one room!"

Event planners are concerned that any advance publicity could spook several
of the women and disrupt the gathering.
 
Tee-hee! The thought of ol' Bill tossing and turning at night, frettin' about it!

Yeah, let's rehash it all AGAIN! :D

-boing
 
Oh, hasn't that poor man suffered enough? Heh, heh, heh.
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While it is satisfying to see these women bring the Presidential Don Juan to justice, I can only hope that it distracts him enough from our issue: No more restrictive gun laws.

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Vigilantibus et non dormientibus jura subveniunt
 
the press keeps going on and on about the anniversary of nixon quitting.
compared to clinton, nixon wasn't such a bad guy after all.
at least he had enough class to leave.
 
nebob...
RE: Nixon

Yep, and as far as I can tell Clinton has done more of everything that Nixon did.
I think Nixon's worst offense was taping himself and so folks heard him ranting and venting and cussing

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"Quis custodiet ipsos custodes"
 
All these women in one place?

To quote damn near everyone in every Star Wars flick: "I got a bad feeling about this."

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A vote for the lesser of two evils is still a vote for evil.
Vote Libertarian - For A Change.
 
Slick Willy, sure supported us well over the years. Oh wait a minute no he didn't, screw him!

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"Are we at last brought to such an humiliating and debasing degradation that we cannot be trusted with arms for our own defense? Where is the difference between having our arms under our own possession and under our own direction, and having them under the management of Congress? If our defense be the real object of having those arms, in whose hands can they be trusted with more propriety, or equal safety to us, as in our own hands?"
- Patrick Henry
 
These women ought to be concerned about things like Cruise Missiles. Who knows, there might be a sighting of Osana bin Laden around there somewhere.
While on that subject has anybody seriously investigated the many many coincidental deaths in slicks past?

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Better days to be,

Ed
 
heres a little present for miss hillary:
Daily Telegraph (London)
7 August 1999

Hillary's lover, the FBI and the vital questions
By Ambrose Evans-Pritchard

Hillary Clinton was warned. If she used her position as First Lady to launch
a candidacy for the US Senate, she would forfeit her privileges and
immunity. Suppressed stories would come to light. Her on-off, 15-year love
affair with Vincent W Foster would find its way from the fringes of
right-wing, talk-radio to the pages of the great metropolitan newspapers. As
a politician, she would be fair game.
And so it has happened this week, through the unlikely medium of "Bill and
Hillary: The Marriage", a soap opera of re-heated allegations, mostly
without identified sources.

But by dint of good timing, it has at least succeeded in breaking the
Hillary-Vince taboo. That is progress. But the greater taboo still stands.
No newspaper, no magazine, no political party, no element of the US power
structure will dwell on the fact that Mrs Clinton's lover met his early end
in the shrubbery of a Civil War park, with an untraceable Colt .38 revolver
wedged in his hand, ostensibly by suicide. But even that taboo may not last
for ever.

She called him Vincenzo Fosterini. They downed Chianti over their long
lunches at La Villa in Little Rock, soul mates drawn together by the
suffocating Philistinism of Arkansas. A secretive, loyal, elegant, 6ft 4ins
litigation attorney, with a devilish smile, it was he who recruited her as
the first woman lawyer at the Rose law firm, and gave her her first case
before a jury - her brief was to defend a company being sued because a
hillbilly had found a dead mouse in his tin of pork and beans. Welcome to
Arkansas.

Vince was the master: Hillary was the besotted, mesmerised apprentice, even
though she was the Yale-educated northerner, the veteran of the Nixon
impeachment inquiry. She picked up his fastidious little ticks. Never fold
your clothes when you're packing. You roll them up. "Vince taught me that,"
she lectured her daughter's nanny, Becky Brown. But then, she spent more
time travelling with Vince than she did with her own, feckless spouse: to
London, to New York, and to Chicago.

Gradually, the relationship changed. She became First Lady of Arkansas,
bought some clothes, condescended to wear make-up, switched from pebble
glasses to contact lenses, and turned herself into a celebrity, more
beautiful with age. She moved on. He fell deeper in love, willing to do
anything for her, and as I discovered investigating Foster in the early
1990s, she took advantage of this blind loyalty to take care of dirty
business, first in Arkansas and then in Washington, where he was installed
as Deputy White House Counsel.

It is a known fact that Foster served as the Clintons' general factotum at
the White House, handling their tax problems, their blind investment trust,
and the continuing fall-out from the Whitewater property deal. That much is
beyond dispute. It is also known that a raiding party entered Foster's
office shortly after his death on July 20, 1993. A Secret Service officer
observed Hillary Clinton's chief of staff, Maggie Williams, leaving the
office that night with an armful of files. Finally, it is known that Foster
had a fear that his phones were being tapped at the White House.

These facts alone should give pause for thought. Foster, after all, was the
highest ranking official to meet a violent death in unexplained
circumstances since President John F Kennedy. Even if it is true that Foster
drove himself to Fort Marcy Park in his Honda Accord - a big if, since the
police could not find his car keys (they turned up later in his pocket at
the morgue after a visit by White House aides) - and even if he walked into
the park and shot himself in the mouth, as we are told, it is still quite a
story.

He never left a suicide note: the scraps of paper without fingerprints found
six days later in his briefcase after it had been searched were just random
jottings. And there was no apparent motive: the claim that he was depressed
was largely invented later.

But did the First Lady's lover in fact shoot himself, or was he murdered?
Kenneth Starr, the hapless scourge of the Clintons, certainly concluded that
it was suicide. That is authority enough for most people. It has clearly
dissuaded the Republicans from asking any more questions...for now. But it
is not enough for those who have stepped deep into this swamp, and,
ultimately, it may not stand up in court.

A crime scene witness, Patrick Knowlton, is quietly fighting a federal
lawsuit against the FBI, alleging that agents falsified his witness
statements and intimidated him as part of a conspiracy to cover up the
death. His court filing tears the Starr report to shreds.

Those who say that Bill Clinton's nemesis would not have missed a chance to
get to the bottom of the Foster case misunderstand the argument. The central
allegation is that the Washington office of the FBI orchestrated a cover-up
immediately after Foster's death. Once this had occurred there was no going
back. The FBI and the Justice Department were institutionally committed. It
would have taken a granite prosecutor to crack this open. Mr Starr was not a
man who was going to tangle with the FBI.

Some of his staff tried, nevertheless. Mr Starr's lead prosecutor in the
case, Miquel Rodriguez, the man who conducted the witness
cross-examinations, suspected that Foster's death was staged to look like a
suicide. As he tried to probe, FBI agents began to obstruct him. Planted
stories appeared in the press stating that his investigation was closing
down, when in fact it was cranking up. Mr Starr looked the other way.
Rodriguez discovered that the FBI had doctored the key surviving Polaroid
taken of Foster's head and neck. By sleuth, he obtained the original, which
I have examined. It shows a black stippled neck wound, half way between the
chin and the ear, exuding blood. It looks like a small calibre gunshot fired
at short range, probably a .22 handgun pressed into the neck. In the FBI's
doctored photo, the wound has disappeared.

Why does it matter? Because the FBI engaged in flagrant evidence tampering,
and because it invalidates the official story that Foster put a revolver in
his mouth and blew his brains out. It confirms the testimony given by the
paramedics who first handled the body. Long before I saw this photo, one of
them jabbed his fingers in my flesh, below the jawline. He said: "Listen to
me, and listen to me hard, because I'm only going to say it once. Vince
Foster was shot in the neck."

We will probably never know why Foster met his bad end, but I suspect that
it is linked to the equally bad end of one Luther "Jerry" Parks, shot two
months later in Little Rock. Case unsolved.

Parks had been security chief for the Clinton presidential campaign in
Little Rock in 1992. But his ties go back further. According to his widow,
Jane, he carried out sensitive assignments for the Clinton circle for a
decade, taking his instructions from Foster.

In the late 1980s Foster asked Parks to carry out surveillance on Governor
Bill Clinton himself. "Jerry asked him why he needed this stuff on Clinton,"
his wife told me. "He said he needed it for Hillary." It appears that
Hillary wanted to gauge how reckless her husband was being before subjecting
herself, and her daughter, to the media glare of a presidential campaign.

Over time Parks was drawn in deeper. In late 1991, Jane Parks discovered
hundreds of thousands of dollars in the boot of her husband's Lincoln. "It
was all in $100 bills, wrapped in string, layer after layer," she said.
Parks told her that he was paid to pick the money up at a remote airport in
eastern Arkansas and deliver it to Foster.

Months after the presidential election, roughly mid-July, 1993, Foster
called Parks from Washington to say that Hillary had worked herself into a
state about "the files". A few days later, almost certainly July 18, Foster
called again to say that he had "made up his mind" and that he was going to
give the files to Hillary, and wanted to be sure he had a complete set.

Parks protested angrily. "You can't give Hillary those files, it's a
violation of our agreement." But Foster was adamant and said he was going to
meet Hillary at "the flat", using the British word for apartment.

Two days later Foster was found dead. When Parks heard the news on
television, he went pale with shock. "I'm a dead man," he blurted out. Two
months later he was indeed dead.

Foster cannot have met Hillary at "the flat" or anywhere else. She was in
California on July 20, and flew that evening to Little Rock. But that does
not preclude the possibility that Foster thought he had an assignation. As
for the files, who knows?

The American press has ignored the life and death of Jerry Parks. Needless
to say, the name is not even in the index of "Bill and Hillary: The
Marriage". But if Hillary Clinton wants to be a senator, and then president,
perhaps they should take a look.
 
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