Brother Bill's Bad Week

                        by J. Orlin Grabbe


        Mr. Clinton, whose face is slowly turning into silly putty, has had 
a bad week or two.

        It all started when the story of Dick Morris and his well-paid 
girlfriend broke just before Bill Clinton royally presented himself to the 
Democratic National Convention to deliver the speech Morris had written for 
him.  Brother Bill kept looking up at the wall, to reassure himself no 
moving finger had spelt out "Mena, Mena, Tikel, Upharsim".

        That night, Brother Bill went to sleep and dreamed of national 
security, the very thing that Morris had been busy violating.  Morris,
meanwhile, was having bad dreams about a crowbar motel, where they don't 
have room service.

        In the morning, Brother Bill said he was thinking about sending more 
troops to the Middle East.  Just *thinking*, he said, even while secret 
orders were given to additional units of the 101 Airborne to head to Saudi 
Arabia.

        Then, as the *Star* hit supermarket newsstands with pictures of Dick 
Morris and Sherry Rowlands, Brother Bill dispatched 44 Tomahawk and AGM-86 
cruise missiles into the sands of Iraq.  Only then could he sit back and 
wait for the results.  Not the tally of successful missile strikes, mind 
you, but the voter poll. Had he scored a hit with the electorate?  

        Brother Bill discovered his missiles had only partially reached 
their military targets, and moreover resounded with a dull thud in foreign 
capitals.  France was busily sending Saddam anti-aircraft weapons.  Both 
Turkey and Saudi Arabia refused Bill permission to use their territory to 
launch the air raid on Iraq.  Even the U.N. failed to pass a resolution 
condemning Iraq's incursion into the Kurdish twilight zone.

        These were not slaps at the United States.  They were slaps at the 
vote-for-me actions of a Presidential desperado.  Only participants on CNN's 
Crossfire would be dumb enough not to know the whole endeavor was a campaign 
gimmick.

        Then the Vice-President of Colombia asked the President, Ernesto 
Samper, to resign because he has lost control of the country, and used drug 
money to finance his last election campaign. (Does that make you nervous, 
Brother Bill?  Is there anything the U.S. can learn from the Colombian 
example?)

        Meanwhile, those circa 2045 FBI files Bill Clinton had had uploaded
from the FBI computer into his own White House Office "Big Brother" system 
continued to blow up in his face.  The Justice Department is now looking
into the role of the FBI General Counsel, Howard Shapiro, in the whole
affair.  Shapiro is the lackey who has been leaking info on a steady 
basis to the White House:  a draft copy of *Unlimited Access* by Gary
Aldrich in February; advise to White House lawyer Jack Quinn when he
was criticizing FBI agent Sculimbrene in July; and the presence of 
a 1993 report in Craig Livingstone's FBI file that said Livingstone had 
come highly recommended by Hillary Rodham Clinton.  Shapiro was a protege 
of Louis Freeh, and one suspects he was acting under Director Freeh's 
orders.

        William Clinger also wants Dick Morris to testify what he knows
about those FBI files.  Morris told Sherry Rowlands that a paranoid Hillary 
Clinton ordered up the files.  (Just what else does Dick Morris have to
tell us, Brother Bill?)

        Meanwhile, Mike McCurry says, "The President is obviously against
the crime of prostitution . . ."  (Well, yes, that's because you always 
expected to get it for free, didn't you, Brother Bill?)
                                                     
        The prostitutes over at the FBI also continued to stall and to 
blatantly lie about the downing of TWA Flight 800.  They talked about 
"vacuuming" the ocean bottom to look for more clues, in the manner of some 
insane Sherlock Holmes roaming the city streets and peering into every 
garbage can.  The FAA even sent TWA a bill for about 5 million dollars to 
pay for all this mindless activity. TWA told them they could stick their 
bill where the sun doesn't shine.  (Makes you nervous, doesn't it Brother 
Bill, that some people are catching on to this charade?)

        The FBI also dropped their pursuit of terrorists and focused their  
attention on the whereabouts of the Fifth Column's computer(s).  For the 
FBI's definition of "terrorist" includes anyone who questions the FBI's 
Montana drug-dealing, the FBI's criminal use of confidential information, 
or the FBI's falsification and destruction of critical evidence.  Much of 
this, of course, is being done for the political benefit of Bill Clinton.  
The rest of it is being done because, well, it's just in their nature.  

        (They've come up empty handed, computer-wise, haven't they Brother 
Bill?  Hey, it's no mystery where the computers are.  They are right 
there close, watching you every minute of the day.  Have you checked those
transponders on the Presidential helicopter(s) recently?)

        But the Justice Department isn't stopping with the FBI files. 
It will also be opening an investigation into drug dealing in California, 
an investigation of charges outlined in a series of articles in the *San 
Jose Mercury News*. The articles claimed tons of cocaine were supplied by 
a Northern California drug ring to Los Angeles street gangs, with some of 
the profits going to Contra forces in Nicaragua.  

        CIA Director John Deutch told Barbara "I-don't-want-to-know-anything 
about-Whitewater" Boxer that he also would review the *San Jose Mercury
News* charges.  He may or may not be serious.  But Deutch appears somewhat 
more interested in looking into the drug-smuggling activity at the Mena, 
Arkansas, airport during Bill Clinton's tenure as Governor.  (Don't believe
that crap you read from the Conspiracy Theorists over at the New York Times
and the Washington Post, Brother Bill.  You know, the stories that say a 
grand conspiracy of World Christian Militia Right-Wingers of the Illuminati 
are out to get you?  This is *bipartisan*, Brother Bill.  This will hit 
George Bush as well as you.  On the other hand, Bush isn't President and you 
are.  At the moment, you have a lot more to lose.)   

        The Mena operation began as Bill Casey's brainchild to turn Russian
soldiers in Afghanistan into drug addicts by supplying them with cocaine.  
But it quickly grew into a vast for-profit enterprise of drugs and arms in 
Central America and elsewhere.  Involved were CIA pilots and assorted 
personnel.  It also included the Ft. Meade-based National Security Agency, 
of clipper chip and money-laundering fame, who oversaw administratively the 
National Programs Office (NPO).  The NPO, under Oliver North, ran a series 
of secured facilities (for stashing drugs and arms) at Mena; Fire Lakes, 
Nevada; and Iron Mountain, Texas.  (See "Part XXX:  Allegations Regarding 
Vince Foster, the NSA, and Banking Transactions Spying.")  The enterprise
also involved elements of the Mossad, who helped smuggle drugs and money 
between Arkansas and Panama.

        Who knows?  The Justice Department may even get around to 
investigating  that crematorium on the now closed military base near Mena 
airport.  This little  oven was run by the same people who have specialized 
in pointing their fingers at bad-boy Saddam Hussein.  Maybe Saddam has no 
monopoly on atrocity?  Sometimes the crematorium operated night and day, 
generating its sickening sweet smoke.  After one incident which saw a large 
quantity of cocaine dumped all over a Mena runway, it is estimated that as 
many as twenty bodies went through the crematorium:  some because they were 
killed in the ensuing melee, and some because they had seen white powder 
they weren't supposed to see.

        (You knew about the crematorium, didn't you Brother Bill?  When news 
like that starts to emerge, you know the king is dead, politically speaking.
Just whose pain is it you are feeling now?  If you thought last week was
bad, just wait till you get a load of the current one.  Your kingdom has
been numbered, weighed in the balance, and found wanting.)

September 8, 1996
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