“His cheeks, colored by a network of ruptured blood vessels, were formed by a coalescence of hanging globules, beneath which the double fold of his chin melted into his neck. And his skull was strung with cords of fat.”
“Lost in a morality play half its own invention, the media are once again in the old familiar position of not looking quite far enough beyond the end of their noses.”
“It’s Wednesday evening, the first of May, less than 48 hours after the President told his TV audience he wasn’t turning over tapes to the Judiciary Committee, subpoena or no subpoena.”
“Though the average voter may think impeachment means to remove the President from office and the average congressman may be puzzled by the apparent low constituent interest, once the indictments are out and the trail continues to lead to the Oval Office, a weed by any other name smells just as rancid.”
Nixon’s vow to “fight like hell” in his battle against impeachment has led some to believe the president has concluded: If you can’t get yourself clean, the next best thing is to dirty everyone else.
