A New Century

1996–2005: from Aids in Africa to 9-11, Clinton's blowjob to Cindy Sheehan

"If this was done by Bin Ladin—who is definitely a fringe character—part of what we should be focusing on is what the bombings are reflective of in the Islamic world vis-à-vis the U.S. right now," says Sam Husseini, former spokesman for the American-Arab Anti-Discrimination Committee.
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To Tell the Truth
What if Clinton had said he loved those blowjobs?

by Karen Cook

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  • September 1, 1998

    It's hard not to be furious with Bill Clinton. Not because he fucked—or sucked, or got sucked by, or spurted all over—Monica, or because he cheated on Hillary, or because he lied to the country. The First Adulterer's real crime is that he didn't take advantage of his wrecked presidential image by also blowing American sexual hypocrisy to smithereens.

    Read his lips: "Yes, I had sex, I enjoyed it, I did exactly what I wanted to do, and you all should be so lucky. You guys wanna impeach me for getting a blowjob? Go right ahead." If Clinton had dared to say something so nakedly honest, maybe we wouldn't have had to ask if he was merely asserting his masculinity when he decided to bomb Afghanistan and Sudan. Lies and half-truths can get ugly, especially if you have to send friends, colleagues, and an entire government out to cover up on your behalf.

    Integrity, alas, has always been far too revolutionary a concept for politics. Some pols even like to argue that it's detrimental to effective leadership. Many of Clinton's signature compromises were built on sexual hypocrisy (just ask Joycelyn Elders or gays in the military). Even after admitting to Gennifer Flowers and dodging Paula Jones, he's still making a public show of going to church, Hillary in one hand and a Bible in the other.

    Clinton bows his head about apparently consensual sex at the same time that a whorehouse is busted in New Jersey and half the businessmen in town are on the premises. When New York cops are getting caught using a brothel. And as ever, politicians are keeping mistresses on the side, or they're ditching their dying wives, or they're really gay, but so what? The joy of being a guy is getting to do what a guy gets to do. . . .

    Indeed, the only time male sex gets called into question is when it somehow fucks up a career. On those rare occasions when the luck of the double standard runs out, the rest of the male establishment snaps to attention. If a guy needs nookie so bad it's about to cost him his job, something freakish must be going on: it's for moments like this that terms like sex addict and compulsion were invented. But Clinton's no sex addict: he's just another guy who thinks success gives him an inalienable right to whatever he desires.
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