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Kathleen Willey and the Mysterious Animal Skull

[Cross-posted from The Trail.]

Channel surfing the other night, you might have come across Kathleen Willey, on Fox, telling us once again that President Clinton groped her - "It was an assault" -- in the White House. There was more: A cat's skull appeared one night on her doorstep. Or was it some kind of raccoon skull?

"Two days after my deposition in the Paula Jones case, I opened my front door. I live out in the country. There was an animal skull sitting on my porch. That was put there by somebody."

The Clintons! That's clearly their M.O.

ALAN COLMES: Do you think the Clintons would be involved?

WILLEY: Yes, I think Bill and Hillary Clinton tip-toed up on my porch.


Joking, surely. Or maybe. Who knows? Also, three of her tires were flattened by a nail gun, and once a creepy stranger asked her about her lost cat and her kids and knew them all by name, even the cat, and the Republican independent counsel who said she had changed her story about Clinton had his own nefarious agenda, and Linda Tripp actually vouched for her even though she'd earlier said that Willey had seemed to enjoy the President's attentions, and - well, you can read the transcript.

Hers has not been a pleasant life, and she is eager to share the details of it in her new book, "Target: Caught in the Crosshairs of Bill and Hillary Clinton." The cover shows Willey standing in a defiant pose between images of the Clintons, with Bill, face contorted, jabbing his finger angrily toward Willey, while Hillary is seen with her mouth agape in what appears to be a crazed-harpie roar. Willey looks serene, the Clintons insane.

Willey is hardly a charter member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy, having been a Democrat and Clinton supporter with enough of a connection to talk her way into the White House. But her resurfacing is a reminder that all that 1990s stuff - Trail readers know the full laundry list of Clinton scandals and impeachable offenses and Somethinggates and Oval Office groping and quasi-kerfuffles and whatnot - is still lurking out there.


It's like toxic waste. It isn't biodegradable. The only way for the American public to get rid of it permanently is to bury it at Yucca Mountain.

Or just ignore it.

There are those who will always consider the Clintons to be monomaniacal monsters and will work hard to protect the country from their evil doings. There are others, less excitable but quite righteous, who may feel that the Clintons betray the moral relativism of the 1960s generation and have never properly paid the price for their (alleged if not fully established) transgressions. But here's a bet that a lot of Americans will not be dragged back to the politics of the 1990s. The politics of the Aughts are arguably even more rancorous, but at least people today are screaming at one another about war and torture and taxes and trade and the direction of the nation.

The stuff that really matters.


Which is what the alleged stiffed waitress told the NYTimes:

Ms. Esterday said she did not understand what all the commotion was about.

"You people are really nuts," she told a reporter during a phone interview. "There's kids dying in the war, the price of oil right now -- there's better things in this world to be thinking about than who served Hillary Clinton at Maid-Rite and who got a tip and who didn't get a tip."

Here's Hillary's fact-checker site, fyi.


[Confirm this guy for Attorney General.]

[Rove is back. More on this in a subsequent kit.]



What I loved about this new Gladwell piece is how it very slowly and patiently set down the premise that you could tell he would soon demolish. It builds to the fabulous payoff:

The best minds in the F.B.I. had given the Wichita detectives a blueprint for their investigation. Look for an American male with a possible connection to the military. His I.Q. will be above 105. He will like to masturbate, and will be aloof and selfish in bed. He will drive a decent car. He will be a "now" person. He won't be comfortable with women. But he may have women friends. He will be a lone wolf. But he will be able to function in social settings. He won't be unmemorable. But he will be unknowable. He will be either never married, divorced, or married, and if he was or is married his wife will be younger or older. He may or may not live in a rental, and might be lower class, upper lower class, lower middle class or middle class. And he will be crazy like a fox, as opposed to being mental. If you're keeping score, that's a Jacques Statement, two Barnum Statements, four Rainbow Ruses, a Good Chance Guess, two predictions that aren't really predictions because they could never be verified--and nothing even close to the salient fact that BTK was a pillar of his community, the president of his church and the married father of two.


[New political advice column: Jump in.] [But he really needs to master the upload-graphic function like we have here at the A-blog.]

By Joel Achenbach  |  November 9, 2007; 9:51 AM ET
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