Which Decade Is This?

Somebody’s going to have to remind me which decade we’re in, because from the news I’m beginning to feel like I’m back in my middle-school days in the 90’s.

I was looking over a daily almanac and saw that Vincent Foster would have been 64 years old today.  In the 1990s, I spent a lot of time covering his death, beginning with trip to Fort Marcy Park the morning after his body was discovered. From the very beginning, I felt confident it was a suicide, something I think was conclusively proven by Kenneth Starr’s 1997 report.


And even though the scandal went on for quite a while, it seems very long ago now, especially when you look at all the Clinton types who are playing enormously important roles in today’s affairs. Hillary Clinton — who the independent counsel concluded gave “factually false” testimony on the Travel Office firings — is going to become Secretary of State.  Her husband is an international statesman.  John Podesta runs an influential think tank and has orchestrated the Obama transition.  George Stephanopoulos is sitting in David Brinkley’s chair at ABC News.  And Vince Foster has been dead for 15 years.  Make of it what you will.

Emphasis is mine, because quite frankly that last sentence is the raison d’être for the entire article.  Next up they’ll probably try to fund a $40 million campaign to find a little blue somewhere in the White House or start talking about OJ Simpson 24/7 again (or then, maybe not).

Remember guys, it’s 2009.  Your old trick won’t work twice.

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