Raving Hyprocrites

It was sort of inevitable, don't you think?

It has just been revealed that the Republican Chairman of the House Judiciary Committee, Henry Hyde,  had an affair with a woman named Cherie Snodgrass, about thirty years ago. She was married, and so was he.  We have also been informed that Dan Burton, one of Clinton's harshest critics, fessed up that he has fathered a child in an extramarital affair.  And Representative Helen Chenoweth of Idaho has also confessed to an illicit liaison.  Well, let's not be disingenuous here: they didn't voluntarily fess up-- they were caught.  Newt Gingrich and Bob Dole, of course, are not with their first spouses anymore.  Any details, Newt?   Come one, Bob, let's get this out into the open.

Henry Hyde's "indiscretion".

Ah, you say.  But isn't the issue perjury?

The trouble is, for the Republicans, that they have had to justify Kenneth Starr's report on the basis of the argument that Clinton's personal sexual behaviour is relevant.  And whenever these clowns appear on TV to argue for impeachment, they don't talk much about legalities: they talk about trust and morality and values and leadership.  Besides, Clinton's perjury occurred during testimony which was eventually ruled "immaterial" by a Judge in the Paula Jones case.  That's a pretty thin case for impeachment.  But you understand the two-track strategy of the Republicans.  They know that the public will not be outraged by the perjury which gives them the legal pretence to impeach, but they think the public might be outraged by the sexual relationship, which, however, cannot be the basis for an impeachment.  So they are trying to blur the distinction.  You are supposed to be so outraged at Clinton's personal conduct, that you will consent to impeach him on a trivial legal issue  Well, that's how they got Al Capone.  The well-known gang-meister was finally indicted for.... yes, tax evasion!

There is only one solution: Henry Hyde, Dan Burton, Helen Chenoweth, Newt Gingrich, Bob Dole, and whoever else comes out of hiding soon enough, should all be impeached. 

If I were Henry Hyde, who is in charge of the committee for impeaching adulterers, I'd do the honorable thing and impeach myself first, just to show the American Public that the judicial system doesn't play politics, and that the Clinton thing is not just a partisan Republican pogrom against a Democratic President, but a reflection of the Republican Party's earnest devotion to purity and decency in government.  So long Henry.  Nice knowing you Dan.  May you find healing and fulfillment Helen.  I hope something comes along for you Newt.     

The Republicans, by the way, have demanded that the FBI investigate whether the White House had a hand in getting these stories to the public.   Think about this.  The Republicans, who have just insisted on publishing extremely intimate details about the President's sexual liaison with a 21-year-old intern, are outraged, I say, outraged, that someone should expose, with no detail whatsoever, the adulteries of some of their own.  Who do they think is buying this?  It's too much!  It's insane!  It's a crazy world!

One last piece of craziness: the Republicans are arguing that the public needs to know these details, and that the impeachment proceedings should hear the evidence in public, and that all the information Kenneth Starr has gathered should be released, because it is important that justice been seen to be done publicly.  

All of these decisions were made in a closed session of the Judiciary Committee Meeting.

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While the Republicans were busy rationalizing themselves, Lou Reed, former leader of the Velvet Underground, was putting on a performance of his own.  Lou Reed's Velvet Underground was quite possibly the most aesthetically progressive rock band of the 1960's.  Listen to their stuff: you can't believe it was recorded thirty years ago.  It has a visceral rawness to it, the kind of edgy authenticity so-called alternative bands would die for.  Nico, the lead singer on some of their most haunting ballads, is now dead, destroyed by years of drug abuse... not.  She died in a bicycle accident.   Lou Reed has found a second career walking the border between revision and nostalgia. 

So where do you think they performed?  At some dark night-club in New York?  No, in the White House.  President Vaclav Havel of Czechoslovakia was Bill Clinton's guest this weekend.  I wonder if Reed performed one of his better tunes, "Femme Fatale":

Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)

If you would have told me, thirty years ago, that some day the Velvet Underground would be playing the White House, well, ...  actually, that is kind of what I thought thirty years ago.  After all, we knew that we were all going to be fifty some day, and none of us really believed we were going to start listening to Frank Sinatra or Perry Como after we turned 40.  Now if you would have told me that Congress, in solemn session, would be listening in rapt devotion to intimate details about the President's affair with a young intern--  I would have thought you were mad.

Anyway, it's happened.  The most anti-establishment rock artist of the 60's has played the White House.  This has cosmic significance.   As soon as I can think of what that is, I'll try to write about it.

© Copyright 1998 Bill Van Dyk

September 17, 1998