We are in an infinite cycle.

Bill Clinton won't go away because the stories about Bill Clinton not

going away will not go away. And thus I am continuing the never-ending

circle of Bill.

Why won't people let him go?

Like all bad relationships there is bond of co-dependency between our

ex-president and the peoples of our nation that would make feuding trailer-park

couples on "Jerry Springer" look like amateurs.

I think Bill is owed an apology.

And some money. Half the pundits around wouldn't have the career of a

Napster programmer today if not for the Willie City Madman. The likes

of Rush Limbaugh, or Hillary for that matter, are where they are due to

their reliance on Bill, the political equivalent to Elvis Presley. (Bill's

not even dead, yet there are already McDonalds' sightings from Kalamazoo

to Birmingham what that really was him?) Everyone surrounding Bill has

already gotten their pink Cadillac.

Our country seems to be like

the family who sits around and talks incessantly about the bad-apple cousin

in the state penitentiary because it is the one thing they all have in

common that makes them feel superior, good, or at least "not that

embarrassingly stupid." We are also both appalled and jealous that

Bill has gotten away with things we are only too chicken to try. Teflon

man? Heck, Clinton is the stuff the pot is made of, where they cook the

Teflon.

Poor Dubya. Do you think that

stalker laws could be applied to Bill Clinton? Through his actions, just

since he has been out of office, Bill has cast a shadow over every deed

our new president has done. Forget about inclusive appointments, tax cuts,

or wars in the Gulf. Didn't you hear? Clinton stole a chifforobe!

With every door that George

W. enters, you can feel the hairs on his neck stand in paranoia to the

attention given to his predecessor's new business cards. You can't even

turn on the radio without some song playing that "came from a group

that once recorded a song penned by Denise Rich, wife of Mark Rich who

was indecently given an eleventh hour pardon by President Clinton."

Can you see our new President

doing word association with his psychiatrist over all this nonsense?

Psychiatrist: "Dog."

Bush: "Buddy."

Psychiatrist: "Cat."

Bush: "Socks."

Psychiatrist: "Snake."

Bush: "Hillary."

Psychiatrist: "Music."

Bush: "Saxophone."

Psychiatrist: "Book."

Bush: "Library."

Psychiatrist: "Rich."

Bush: "Mark."

Psychiatrist: "Poor."

Bush: "Gore."

Psychiatrist: "Water."

Bush: "White."

Psychiatrist: "Moon."

Bush: "Starr."

Psychiatrist: "Office."

Bush: "Monica."

Psychiatrist: "Floor."

Bush: "Monica."

Psychiatrist: "We're out

of time, you need to go." Bush: "Monica."

Psychiatrist: "No, President

Bush, we are finished and out of time." Bush: "Pardon?"

Psychiatrist: "Denise

Rich!"

In the end, there will be no

end to the William Jefferson Clinton story. He will surely outlive us

all to produce movies, write books and probably star in his own TV show

called, "Survivor, the Early Years."

[Visit Billy Murphy on the

Internet at https://ebilly.net.]