Did Clinton Harass Paula Jones?
Debating with you is fun–because I do like and respect you–but it also gives me a feel for what it must have been like boxing with Muhammad Ali. You float like a butterfly. You sting like a bee. And, when called upon to defend an indefensible proposition, you do a helluva rope-a-dope. You fake right and then take off down the left sideline quicker than Gale Sayers. You do a better sting than Paul Newman and Robert Redford. You get more mileage out of a weak hand than Maverick. You put an innocent face on a guilty client as deftly as Johnnie Cochran. You’re tougher than Tonya, calmer than Kerrigan, and shrewder than Houdini. And if Pete Carril could make a bunch of short guys (who couldn’t jump) at Princeton look like a basketball power, you may be able to make the Clintons and their team look like the most ethical administration in history. But not for long. The one thing I’ve got going for me in this debate is the facts. So I can understand why you’ve largely stopped talking about t
