Impeachment Chronicles

A leviathan of corruption too big for a single fall guy

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While Mr. Ford felt he was finally putting Watergate matters to rest, I am back to seeing my President clear — this time as a horse’s ass.

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“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.”

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"Millions of people are afraid we have in office a man who might entertain the notion of kicking over the government"

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“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.”

We Knew Art and We Knew What We Didn't Like

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“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.”

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“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.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky — if we’re all lucky — Nixon’ll just go away before it comes to that. It sure as hell would make me hap­py.”

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Citizen pressures for impeachment are now forming along three different fronts

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