-Caveat Lector- -----Original Message----- From: Gary Cruse <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Newsgroups: alt.current-events.clinton.whitewater Date: Saturday, January 30, 1999 11:35 PM Subject: The Secret Sex Addict Speech Dick Morris Offered Clinton- > > > >The New York Observer >1/29/99 by Philip Weiss > >The Secret Sex Addict Speech Dick Morris Offered Clinton > >by Philip Weiss > >Like all addictions, impeachment has 12 steps toward >emotional clarity. These were mine: > >1. Is Hillary Depressed? Hillary Rodham Clinton is scheduled >to speak to the National Abortion and Reproductive >Rights Action League on the 26th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. >It is at the same time that the question-and-answer phase of >the impeachment trial is to begin in the Senate, and I >choose Hillary. > The First Lady wears a gray suit and is obviously >depressed. She may as well be speaking to a funeral. Her >voice is a monotone. She does not move her body at all for >more than 30 minutes, merely moves her head in a practiced >manner from one side of the audience to another. Dip to the >lectern to get a line of text. Look up left. Look right. >Open eyes to make some sort of connection. Dip back to >lectern. > >Her text is laced with bitterness about men. She speaks with >anger of visiting pregnant girls who have been abandoned by >the fathers, of the stories these young lied-to women told >her about their men—"with a straight face," she says >cuttingly. If only boys and men would think about what they >are doing before they had sex, Hillary says, then goes on to >denounce the preoccupation with "sexual prowess" in the >media and among sports figures. The speech seems somewhat >castrating. > >The 2,000 people in the audience, mostly women, absorb the >depth of her feeling. The applause is subdued. No one calls >out for her to run for Senate. > >2. Z-z-z-z-z-z-z. Later, as I enter the Senate periodical >gallery, the guard at the door takes my elbow. "Do me a >favor, wake that guy up." He points at a tall reporter in >the second row. Not relishing the assignment, I say, "Is he >asleep?" A second guard comes over to confer. "I don’t think >he’s sleeping, I just saw his jaw move." > >I sit next to the reporter, who is in fact sound asleep, and >pretend not to notice him as I watch the President’s >private lawyer, David Kendall, speak, soporifically, on the >floor. The guard must come down and, squeezing in >front of a row of people to get to us, rouse the man. The >reporter denies that he was asleep. They argue and the >guard retreats. The reporter spends the next half-hour >trying to win the argument retroactively by maintaining his >sleepy posture even as he mocks attentiveness. > >3. Oedipus at the Senate. Rumpled, cerebral, white-haired >Senator Carl Levin of Michigan reminds me of my father, >and I get into an argument with him during a little press >conference he gives outside the Senate floor. > >He says that the House managers have misrepresented Vernon >Jordan’s motives for finding a job for Monica >Lewinsky. He has uncovered a fact that contradicts one of >their points. > >I break in. "Let’s say you’re right. They got this point >wrong. Still, what is a reasonable person supposed to >conclude, that this was routine? How often have you called >the chairman of General Motors?" > >My Oedipal outburst frightens old Senator Levin. He raises >his hand and becomes flustered, then goes on, ignoring me. >Under his arm are stacks of photocopies of the critical >documents. Pathetically, he hands them out to the reporters. > > >It is simply obvious that Vernon Jordan was putting out >supreme effort for Monica Lewinsky. Ronald Perelman >testified that in Mr. Jordan’s 12 years on Revlon Inc.’s >board, he only called him once on behalf of a job >candidate: a "terrific young girl," Monica Lewinsky. Mr. >Jordan’s call to Mr. Perelman came immediately after a >five-minute conversation with Ms. Lewinsky, who called him >from the residence of her mother’s then-fiancé in >New York, at about the time that she was filing her false >affidavit in the Paula Jones case. > >After talking to Ron Perelman, Vernon Jordan called Monica >Lewinsky back to tell her he had made the call. The >next day, when she got the job, she called him and spent >seven minutes on the phone with him, celebrating her >success, then an hour later he called her and they had a >three-minute conversation in which he says he urged her >to accept that $40,000 was good pay. > >It is one of the great wastes of this process: critical >minds like Charles Schumer’s and Carl Levin’s turned by the >Clinton defense into bales of hay. > >4. Going Mad With Lindsey Graham. I walk out of the Capitol >with Lindsey Graham, the Republican House manager. A small >man from a rural district of South Carolina who wears Brooks >Brothers ties, he is the Frank Capra figure in the drama, >soulful, emotional, sincere. People swarm around him, even >Democrats, to urge him on or to fence with him. >Representative Graham has a pastoral air. He talks about >"the sins you carry and the sins I carry." He offers moral >instruction. > >"Listen up now. Listen to what I’m trying to say," he says, >putting his foot up on a marble sill. "Our President >engaged in serious criminal wrongdoing. And to doubt that >that occurred is devastating to the people of the >country." > >I walk to the Longworth Building with Mr. Graham. I say, "I >told a friend how disturbed I am about the fact that >Clinton called Monica Lewinsky a ‘stalker,’ and he said, >‘Yeah, that’s the right wing’s ace in the hole.’ And I was >shocked by that. I don’t understand why it isn’t a liberal’s >ace in the hole." > >"Yeah, he turned on a consensual lover," Mr. Graham says, >shaking his head. "It was the meanest thing he did." > >Lindsay Graham and I have become maddened. > >5. Girl Talk With My Mother-in-Law. My in-laws have tickets >to see the impeachment, and that night I meet them >back at the hotel. My father-in-law is lying on the bed, my >mother-in-law is watching the news. My in-laws are >unimpressed by the Senate décor. My mother-in-law says it >reminds her of just another men’s club. > >I tell her my sense that Hillary is depressed. "Did you >notice at the State of the Union that Hillary didn’t have >her hair done?" she says. "It was odd to me that for a big >night like that, she wouldn’t have put herself together. I >agree with you." > >We go out to dinner and get back to the hotel at 10. On >C-Span 2, Hillary is giving her speech again, and I call >down to my in-laws’ room. The camera picks up stuff I hadn’t >seen in the hall. When Hillary is finished, she turns >from the microphone and gives a big short sigh before >embracing Kate Michelman, president of the National >Abortion and Reproductive Rights Action League. "Kate, I put >your glasses there," Hillary says, motioning at a >shelf on the lectern, and saying that, she opens her mouth >with joy. It is her only gesture of pure pleasure. > >I wonder whether maybe Hillary has hit bottom. That she is >doing a spiritual inventory of all the lies, not so >different from Lindsey Graham’s spiritual inventory. > >6. I Wake Up in Anger. In the morning, I compose a mental >list of the issues that have maddened me, thinking to >reel them off to my mother-in-law, a liberal: > >• Why, in the Nixon era, it was a glory to be on his >"enemies list." While to be against Bill Clinton is to be >classed a "hater" and vilified in polite society; > >• Why it was a heroic thing that the law firm Williams & >Connolly and The Washington Post teamed up on >Watergate, but that when conservative newspaperman Richard >Mellon Scaife underwrites investigations of a >President he doesn’t like, it’s a conspiracy; > >• Why right-wing reporter Christopher Ruddy can be harassed >by the Internal Revenue Service under Mr. Clinton >and no one but The Wall Street Journal even notices; > >• Why the passive media treat the 900 F.B.I. files as a >joke—accepting Mr. Clinton’s "bureaucratic snafu" >explanation—even as Linda Tripp testifies that some of the >files were apparently used against the fired Travel >Office employees in 1993, and Dick Morris testifies that >they are evidence of a paranoid style in the White House, >statements that go wholly unexamined in the press; > >• How it is that a House committee report accused Cheryl >Mills, the White House deputy counsel, of perjury for >false statements to the committee about the White House >database of contributors, and in questioning Ms. Mills >last summer, Mr. Starr’s deputies all but suggested she had >lied to them about when she first learned about the >Lewinsky situation, from her close friend Vernon Jordan, yet >these issues are only raised by The Washington >Times, while Newsweek celebrates Ms. Mills as a "rising >star." > >• How it came to pass that, following signs of discomfort on >the Upper West Side over its harsh stance on the President, >the New York Times editorial page takes a sudden, Pravda-ish >turn to the conventional liberal position at the end of >1998, which Sam Donaldson finds a source of amusement on >This Week, but which goes wholly unexamined in intellectual >circles; > >• Why The Times devotes such investigative resources to the >continuing examination of how the Paula Jones suit >flourished, secretly, in a cabal of conservative lawyers, >while failing to describe to its readers evidence >contained in the Starr files of potential criminal matters, >for instance, White House deputy assistant Marsha >Scott’s patent lies to the grand jury about the >Administration’s treatment of Webster Hubbell; the numerous >discrepancies between Vernon Jordan’s sworn testimony and >Monica Lewinsky’s (we breakfasted at the Park >Hyatt, she says; we never breakfasted, said he; the >breakfast turns up on his American Express bill); or the >release to the media of Linda Tripp’s Pentagon file, matters >that are only taken up in The American Spectator and >other journals. > >I go down to breakfast at the hotel and decide not to go >into it. We talk about Hillary’s speech. My mother-in-law >says, "Did you notice the sigh that Hillary gave when she >turned away from the microphone? It was as if she was >saying, ‘Ahhh, that’s over with.’" > >7. I Discover Lindsay Graham’s a Lefty. On Saturday, Jan. >23, the House managers fly Ms. Lewinsky in from Los >Angeles, and no one is sleeping in the periodical gallery. >No, it is all but empty as Henry Hyde rises to warn the >Democrats, "There are issues of transcendent importance that >you have to be willing to lose your office over." > >One of Henry Hyde’s principles is equal justice under the >law, but another is abortion. This is the problem with >the radical Republicans’ martyrology, it seems so off the >rails. Yes, they have taken a moral stand, but they are a >group of white men associated with a moral cause, abortion, >that seems to the great majority of Americans so >morally ambiguous that it must be resolved in favor of a >woman’s right to privacy, sexual and medical. Have the >privacy issues of the Clinton case escaped them? > >I lean over the sill to look down at the black, >Nike-swoosh-shaped managers’ table and notice Lindsey >Graham’s curious way of taking notes. He is a left-hander, >and turns his cheap legal pad so that the long side is >parallel to his chest, then writes in a vertical line going >toward his chest, like Chinese characters. What an >iconoclast. > >Mr. Graham rises to make the wisest statement the House >managers have made: that if he were a Senator, he >would have to get down on his knees before deciding that >these crimes are high crimes. > >8. Pity the House Managers. For days after, poor Mr. Graham >is defensive about his comments. The House managers now >occupy a free-floating zone of acrid political death. They >know it but are still in denial. Few reporters come to stake >them out. The marble halls feel like a sarcophagus in which >they are slowly dying, becoming martyr statues. In the midst >of interviews, they suddenly look at you and say, blankly, >"How did we do today?" with the drained foxhole look of >death about them. I try to give them chipper answers, >because their arguments on the facts of the case are wholly >convincing to me, and reasonable—also because I pity them, >remembering that their task appeared more innocent and >adventurous when they took it on, like joining >Shackleton’s trip to Antarctica. > >9. I Become Bill Buckley. Watching 96-year-old Strom >Thurmond creak into the Senate one morning, I find him, for >the first time in my life, a source of inspiration rather >than hatred, and when I get back to New York I realize that >I am no longer young, I am now aging. So far, I have been >climbing the hill of life; now, I am going down the hill. >My wife comes home for dinner and I tell her this. She >agrees. > >We drink a lot of wine over dinner, then I stand on several >volumes of the Starr documents like a soapbox, telling >her some of the intellectual dishonesties that madden me. >Have I lost my mind? I say. My wife says not. But she >wonders whether I am more like Norman Podhoretz than William >Buckley, in this sense: that when Norman Podhoretz underwent >his middle-aged break over political-intellectual matters, >she says, he was no longer able to take meals with his old >friends, the feelings were simply too strong, the loss of >respect. Whereas merry WASPy Mr. Buckley breaks bread >happily with his enemies, so separated is he from his >emotional life. Are you a Buckley or a Podhoretz? > >10. Betting Against Clinton Is a Sucker’s Game. I meet my >friend John, who thinks I’m a nut, at a party and in a >demonstration of honor say I owe him $50. Why, he says. He >has forgotten that a year ago, in a hut in the Adirondacks, >he gave me 3-to-1 odds that Mr. Clinton would still be in >office a year hence. My wife’s boss is nowhere so genteel. >On her return following New Year’s holiday, he came to her, >palm out, demanding his $200 on a similar bet for 1998. Then >he says he will take her side of the bet: Mr. Clinton will >be gone before 1999 is through. But you have to stake >$1,000. My wife loses her nerve. > >11. Dick Morris’ Amazing Advice. I feel desperation at the >idea that it is going to be over and stay up till 1 A.M. >reading the Starr papers, the Dick Morris section, where he >describes his belief that "secret police" at the White >House leaked confidential information to the National >Enquirer about matters he had confessed about his sex life >to an Administration official when he was hired at the White >House years before. > >A year ago, at the President’s urging, Mr. Morris did his >famous poll about America’s attitudes, using a >Melbourne, Fla., research firm. To keep it secret, he asked >the firm not even to print out the findings, and he >swallowed the $2,000 cost. In the poll, Mr. Morris, who had >told Mr. Clinton that they were both sex addicts, >composed a speech the President could give to save himself. >Here it is: > >"For many, many years I have been personally flawed and have >had sexual relations outside of my marriage. This has caused >Hillary great pain and I have tried and tried to curb my >behavior as I saw the pain it caused her. After I became >President, I was determined to mend my ways. For the most >part, I did, but sometimes I fell short and gave into >temptation. I did, in fact, have sexual relations with a >23-year-old woman named Monica Lewinsky while I’ve >been President. I regret my behavior more than I can say. I >apologize for it. I take responsibility for it. I wish I >were a better man and better able to cope with the pressures >of life and work, and I am going to redouble my efforts to >walk a straight line. When the allegations first surfaced, I >did, indeed, lie about them and urge Monica to lie. I was >wrong and I am sorry for it. I am especially sorry for the >pain I have caused my wife and daughter. If the American >people want me to step down as President, I will do so. With >a heavy heart, but I will do so. If they can forgive me >and want me to continue to lead our great nation, I’ll do >that, too. I’ve tried to be a good President and I think >I’ve succeeded. I’ve tried to be a good husband, and I’m >afraid I’ve sometimes failed. As President, as a repentant >sinner and as a Christian, I ask your forgiveness, God’s >forgiveness and my wife and daughter’s forgiveness. My >future is in your hands, my fellow Americans." > >Dick Morris’ notes indicate that 47 percent of respondents >said that if the President gave that speech, they would >want him out of office, while 43 percent said they would >want him to stay. Mr. Morris called Bill Clinton with the >results, then read the President his imagined speech. "I was >sort of waiting for him to interrupt me and say, ‘But >that isn’t true,’ or ‘That goes too far,’ or something like >that, and he was silent throughout the whole thing," Mr. >Morris said. > >12. The Shape of Things to Come. Eve MacSweeney, an editor >at Harper’s Bazaar, sends me an e-mail that says, >"couldn’t see you back from england as friend in hospital >and everything went pear-shaped." I call to ask about the >phrase. She tells me that "pear-shaped" is the reigning >metaphor in England now. Things are going pear-shaped. >They say it in the financial district when a stock goes bad. >They say it in W11 about a marriage. Ms. MacSweeney says the >term resonates because English women are frequently referred >to as being pear-shaped, the men in England being buttless, >but she and I agree that when the phrase gets here—the land >of the aging, big-butted male—it will have wider resonance. > >I think of when that other Anglicism, "at the end of the >day," came here a few years ago, landing in New York. >The House managers use the phrase "at the end of the day" >over and over again, summing up their case on the >Senate floor. 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