The Clinton Inquisition

This Clinton hysteria is all weirdly theological. Unexpectedly, the Clinton Inquisition resembles the Spanish Inquisition.

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!

It's a theological probe into the nature of sin. One side -- intensely zealous to find the truth at any price. The other side -- wondering why they care so much. The disagreement regarding Clinton reflects a larger disagreement. The division between those who think there are degrees of sin and those who think all sin is equally horrible ...

There are no degrees of sin? Sure. Sin is sin. Thinking about adultery is as bad as doing it. Besides which, each sin contains every other sin -- to steal is to murder the self you would be if you didn't steal; to whorishly commit adultery with the world against the Holy Church; to set the world and its pleasures as unto an idol before the living God, to covet...

Etc.

So -- if you apply this principle to the political realm -- lying about sex is the same as treason, bribery and high crimes because Clinton is THE PRESIDENT, the chief law enforcement officer and he swore an oath to...

Blahblahblah.

But it's not about sex.

No.

No, no, no, no, no. Never.

But it is about sex.

Would we be getting this nuts if it was all about food?

Say, Paula Jones was the hotel manager of a Ramada Inn. Clinton's spending the night. So deeply into something he works past the hours of the restaurant and room service...and all of a sudden comes down with a case of the hungries...

Whereupon he sneaks down into the hotel kitchen after hours and makes himself a midnight snack. A nice, not-so-little well-packed roast beef sandwich just inches away from Clinton's mouth...

But Paula enters the kitchen. Turns on the light. Hand on hip. Pissed...

PAULA: What are you doing?

CLINTON: Just making myself a sandwich.

PAULA: Excuse me? Are you aware that the restaurant is closed?

CLINTON: Are you aware I'm the Governor?

PAULA: This is trespassing. It's private property!

CLINTON: Aw, hell. Don't make such a big deal out of it...I'll pay for it.

PAULA: That's not the point! It's the principle...

CLINTON: Aw, to hell with it...

He walks away. Our hotel manager is pissed. This is theft! Trespassing! And that implied little power trip of "I'm the Governor." She's not going to put up with it! So she sues him...

People laugh it off. Her lawsuit doesn't get very far....

And then she summons Clinton to make a deposition about his eating habits. She also summons certain people in Clinton's staff....

Including Monica Lewinsky.

WHO KNEW ABOUT CLINTON'S JUNK FOOD ADDICTION! WHO WAS AN ENABLER TO CLINTON'S JUNK FOOD ADDICTION! BRINGING PIZZAS AND TACOS TO THE MAN IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT...ARRANGING LITTLE MIDNIGHT SNACKS IN THE WHITE HOUSE KITCHEN...OH YEAH!

But she lied under oath.

LIED!

Along with Clinton himself WHO COMMITTED PERJURY BEFORE THE GRAND JURY when he stated he had never emptied ten whole cans of Reddi-Whip from the White House Kitchen walk-in fridge on the night of...

Outrage! Shock! Shriek, moan, wail!

Yes, Clinton would still be facing Impeachment -- even if he'd only lied about food.

It's not about sex at all.

So what is it about? Sin of course. Not any specific sin -- but the very nature of sin itself

More to come.