DesertFox
02-06-2007, 07:34 PM
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Last night I found myself in Barnes & Noble browsing through the history section while Mrs. Soxblog and her mother pounded the grounds in search of what they would not tell me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied several unpurchased copies of Bill Clinton’s epic autobiography, “My Life.”
I groaned as I lifted the approximately 42,000 page tome off the shelf. I thumbed to the index to see if Clinton’s autobiography reflected the same admiration for Terry McAuliffe that McAuliffe’s autobiography had for Clinton. As you may recall from my review of McAuliffe’s insufferable “What a Party,” McAuliffe spent close to half of his book documenting the incredibly tight bond the two men shared.
Much to my shock and horror, McAuliffe was only mentioned on seven of “My Life’s” roughly 42,000 pages. To add insult to injury, none of the times that McAuliffe’s name came up did Clinton mention his allegedly vast affection for McAuliffe or relate any of the adventures the two men shared which McAuliffe’s book so scrupulously documented. McAuliffe’s name came up only in distant business contexts, e.g. “Terry McAuliffe became head of the DNC.”
Did the Big He not reciprocate McAuliffe’s devotion? Is McAuliffe merely a money-bagged Monica sans the blue dress? Was the closeness between the two men only a product of McAuliffe’s fertile imagination?
Or is the case, as I posited in my review, that Terry McAuliffe is more full of crap than anyone else on God’s green earth?
More (http://www.townhall.com/blog#011b616b-a0f3-4d3c-9317-45a63b451017)
Last night I found myself in Barnes & Noble browsing through the history section while Mrs. Soxblog and her mother pounded the grounds in search of what they would not tell me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied several unpurchased copies of Bill Clinton’s epic autobiography, “My Life.”
I groaned as I lifted the approximately 42,000 page tome off the shelf. I thumbed to the index to see if Clinton’s autobiography reflected the same admiration for Terry McAuliffe that McAuliffe’s autobiography had for Clinton. As you may recall from my review of McAuliffe’s insufferable “What a Party,” McAuliffe spent close to half of his book documenting the incredibly tight bond the two men shared.
Much to my shock and horror, McAuliffe was only mentioned on seven of “My Life’s” roughly 42,000 pages. To add insult to injury, none of the times that McAuliffe’s name came up did Clinton mention his allegedly vast affection for McAuliffe or relate any of the adventures the two men shared which McAuliffe’s book so scrupulously documented. McAuliffe’s name came up only in distant business contexts, e.g. “Terry McAuliffe became head of the DNC.”
Did the Big He not reciprocate McAuliffe’s devotion? Is McAuliffe merely a money-bagged Monica sans the blue dress? Was the closeness between the two men only a product of McAuliffe’s fertile imagination?
Or is the case, as I posited in my review, that Terry McAuliffe is more full of crap than anyone else on God’s green earth?
More (http://www.townhall.com/blog#011b616b-a0f3-4d3c-9317-45a63b451017)