This falls under the heading “Duh!,” as when I realized what I was seeing, I knew I had been had yet again by our spooks, those who control our every perception. These are covers of Time Magazine back from the time of the Monica Lewinsky scandal. Both are fake, or pasted-up photos. Apparently no real photos of the two together exist.
On the left, Bill is in sunlight and has clearly defined and sharp features, while Monica is filtered, and has softer light from a photo obliviously taken indoors. In the second, Bill’s hair is poorly barbered, and he is a much taller man than that, much taller than her. It is just some guy, and the picture of her and everyone around her are pasted in from other sources.
Monica, in fact, never belonged in the White House, had no qualifications, probably has nothing more than an acting degree from a small college.
How do they get away with this? It is the power of suggestion. For instance, when Clinton was in Billings, Montana in the late 90’s they ran a motorcade up to the airport on North 27th Street, I assumed that it was him in the limousine that went by. More likely he was in a less conspicuous vehicle or rode to Air Force One in a military helicopter. But the mere suggestion, limousine, motorcade, allowed me to fill in my own blanks.
Far more important here – Clinton, who suffered a near deal-breaking scandal due to the Monica affair, was aware that these photos on the cover of a national magazine were faked. Therefore, he knew about it, and approved of it. What does that tell you?
Again, I slapped my forehead and mouthed the words “I am too stupid to live!!!” The answer is beneath the fold.
He’s gay. That was the big secret of the Clinton years. All of the supposed womanizing scandals around him were contrived and meant to cover that fact, distracting us from that and his fake marriage. Hillary, of course, would be aware of it, would pretend otherwise, and is probably herself gay.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Other things learned on this exposure journey: Clinton did not get a degree from Oxford, most likely did not graduate Yale, and his real name is William Blythe III. I suppose most people know the latter, but I did not. Odd that in my lifetime we have had two presidents who changed their names – Clinton, and Gerald Ford (Leslie King Jr.)*. I don’t know what that means. It is, however, a little spooky.
Clinton, like Obama, has a hidden background. For me, I factor that into other things, like the office of president having been long ago stripped of real power. Given the scope of power that lies elsewhere, that means that those who hold that office must be willing participants in the hoax of presidential power. That’s why people of so few qualifications, like Reagan, Ford, the Bushes and Clinton can hold the office. They are cardboard cutouts. This typifies our political class, and helps to explain the rampant sociopathy within it. It attracts narcissists, shallow attention-seekers, and people drawn to the Klieg lights.
I quit blogging months ago, and came back to it with the notion that I had to go in new directions, new learning, new insights. Since I am often fooled, I don’t see what is in front of me often enough, and am thankful to this guy for his incredible insight. Most times I take his writing and let it percolate, but this one was a slap-in-the-face moment. Ours is a non-reading culture, so I don’t expect anyone will take time to read the paper. But do, just for kicks. It goes many places, and the gay part is more an afterthought than the object of the paper. (It did give me cause for pause, as so many gay men have such attractive power for women – Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, and now, Bill.)
If you are like me, one errant fact can undo your world. (Decades ago when I was still a right-wing Catholic Republican, it was a merely a lie told by the State Department in the face of honesty from the Cubans that pricked my awareness, stumbled on in the book The Fish is Red.) In this case, it is the obviously faked photos on the cover of a national magazine. Deal with it, please. Find a photo of Clinton and Monica together that is real. None exist. She never laid that sloppy blow job on him, never messed with a cigar.
It was, however, some pretty good writing. Kept us distracted for a full year. That is always the object of high profile national scandals.
*Three, dammit! Three. I forgot about Barry Soetoro.