rotten > Library > Biographies > US Officials > Hillary          Clinton                         Hillary Clinton's resume is like a rap-sheet wrapped        in an enigma, sprinkled with potential greatness, seasoned        liberally with controversy, and then adapted as a Lifetime        Cable TV Movie of the Week.        
          No one can deny she keeps busy: Lawyer, alleged          "feminazi," bestselling author, notoriously wronged          woman, working mother, alleged murderer and adulterer,          Senator, cookie-baker, First Lady, enemy of          cookie-bakers, and quite possibly future president of the          United States.        
          Hillary Rodham was born in Chicago, on October          26, 1947, the first of three children. Her early          upbringing betrayed little of what was to come: She was a          typical bright kid, into school sports, Girl Scouts,          going to church and getting good grades.        
           She went to Wellesley College and subsequently on          to Yale Law School, which is when life became a little          more complicated. As the free-love 1960s were coming to a          close, she met a young Bill Clinton.          Her future with Bubba would be poignantly foreshadowed by          her second job out of college -- as a staff lawyer          assisting a Congressional committee drawing up articles          of impeachment for Richard M.          Nixon related to Watergate          (articles which proved unnecessary when Nixon resigned          later that year).        
          She moved to Arkansas and married Bill in 1975. A short          while later, she took a job with the Rose Law Firm, where          one can only assume from the volume of later news          coverage that she immediately began a full-time effort to          compile damning records on herself and her husband,          perhaps before they even did anything especially bad. In          1980, she took a break from compiling massive          incriminating dossiers to have the Clintons' only          daughter, Chelsea.        
          While her husband was clawing his way to the top of the          Arkansas political food chain, first as attorney general          and then as the state's youngest governor in 1978,          Hillary Clinton was forging a name for herself as a          formidable attorney.        
          It was 1978 when the fun really started. Clinton opened a          commodities trading account with $1,000, as her husband's          gubernatorial campaign was heating up, and had made          $100,000 by the time she closed it the next year. She was          assisted in this venture by a local power lawyer employed          by one of the state's biggest employers, Tyson Foods. To          a lot of people, this deal looked pretty fishy, but no          credible criminal case was ever built.        
          In 1979, the Clintons joined a company to peddle Arkansas          real estate -- not exactly a stellar growth sector. Their          partners in the deal, who apparently bore most of the          risk, were close friends, James and Susan McDougal. The          development, known as Whitewater, went belly up in about          six seconds flat, but that didn't keep it from snarling          the nation in a tediously endless controversy for decades          to come.        
           With one financial disaster under his belt,          James McDougal naturally assumed it would be a good idea          to get into the banking business. He bought a S&L          called Madison Guaranty, and promptly sank it as well.          That's when things got a little sticky.        
          At about the same time presidential spawns Neil and Jeb          Bush were wiping out upward of a $1 billion in taxpayer          money with their own S&L debacles, including millions          of dollars in defaulted loans, a measly $100,000 loan          from Madison went to help pay off the Whitewater          mortgage. CNN estimated the total cost of Whitewater to          taxpayers as $13,000 -- not counting the cost of later          investigations, as we shall see. The eventual collapse of          McDougal's S&L, which Hillary occasionally          represented as a lawyer, took $60 million of taxpayer          money to bail out. The extent of any actual involvement          by either of the Clintons in managing the Madison          collapse is still debatable, but is generally thought to          be pretty minimal, despite all the subsequent fuss.        
           As all this was going on, Bill Clinton lost and          subsequently re-won and retained the governorship of          Arkansas throughout the 1980s.        
          During the '80s Hillary Clinton appeared largely unfazed          by her husband's frequent womanizing. Clinton herself          would later emerge as kind of a slightly scary sex symbol          for many men, and Bill's meanderings perhaps reflected a          desire for contrast, as he repeatedly sought out the          trashiest and least imposing women Arkansas had to offer          -- which is saying a lot. Affairs firmly on the record          included Paula Jones and Gennifer Flowers, both of whom          would go on to bare their assets in soft-core porn          spreads, while rumor indicated anywhere from a few more          dalliances to dozens of them.        
           The volume of Bill's affairs, and the          occasional whispered rumors that Hillary might have had a          few of her own, have led to much speculation that the          former First Couple had an "open marriage" arrangement.          But, as with so many aspects of the Clinton's lives, you          won't find anyone who will testify to that effect.        
          One of the most repeated (but entirely unproven) rumors          about Hillary Clinton's sex life was a whisper that she          may have been involved with her close working partner          Vincent          Foster, another Rose Law Firm Partner.        
          As the Clintons moved to the national stage with Bill's          run for president in 1991, Hillary Clinton almost          instantly became a lightning rod for criticism. No, wait,          criticism is too pale a word for it. Unbridled          hate is much more accurate. Man, did people hate          Hillary! And if they didn't hate her, they really, really          loved her. In fact, the only other person in American          history ever to inspire as much violent love and rabid          hate was her husband.        
          It started with the whole marriage thing, when she          committed the first of many violations of the cardinal          rule of politics: "Try not to be quotable."        
          In an interview with "60 Minutes," Clinton responded to          questions about Bill's dalliances by explaining that she          wasn't "some little woman standing by my man like Tammy          Wynette." Whoa! Now THAT'S a sound bite. The media went          nuts, repeating the clip endlessly and quizzing random          citizens on the street about exactly how pissed off this          statement made them. It was never exactly clear          why this was supposed to piss people off, but          after the sixth or seventh week of coverage it was just          assumed that it did.        
          Shortly after the Tammy Wynette debacle, the "cookie          incident" cemented Clinton's reputation as the woman          America loved to hate. During the primaries, presidental          contender and ultra-flake Jerry Brown made a fruitless          effort to get some traction in his lost cause by          attacking the Clintons for conflicts of interest caused          by Hillary's law practice while Bill was governor of          Arkansas. Clinton responded by saying that she "could          have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas" instead          of holding down a job, and that's when the fireworks          really erupted.        
           The media went totally berserk over this          one. According to the media watchdog group Fairness and          Accuracy in Reporting, one news story in a New York          Newsday article on Hillary Clinton mentioned cookies five          times, while the L.A. Times (not exactly a hotbed of          social conservatism) featured the quote repeatedly in          headlines and news stories.        
          For some people, and again it's not entirely clear whom,          the "cookie" comment amounted to open war on women who          stayed at home, eschewed careers and dedicated their          lives solely to mutely serving their husbands and          churning out babies. You know, the dominant social          paradigm... in 1952.        
          For all the seething cauldron of outrage these comments          produced in insecure, anger-driven morons like Rush          Limbaugh and Jerry          Falwell, Clinton's no-nonsense, take-no-crap attitude          also established her as a something of a hero to modern          working women. Naturally, this was considered a massive          political liability for hubby, who already had the modern          working woman vote locked up but was polling poorly among          insecure, anger-driven morons (i.e., a large chunk of the          American electorate).        
          Bill's team of crack political consultants instantly          shifted into damage control-mode. A chastened Hillary          shared cookie recipes on morning TV talk shows and          generally kissing homemaker ass in every conceivable way.          By summer, Hillary had been effectively neutered as a          political force, and Bill went on to take the White          House. Five minutes after that, everything was          back to normal.        
           The first thing Bill Clinton did on taking office          was give Hillary the massive task of creating a health          care reform plan, one of the key platform planks that had          gotten him elected. Despite the fact that everyone pretty          much agreed health care needed reform, the thousands of          pages of proposals Hillary delivered to Congress provoked          Republican hysteria about "big government" and mainstream          dread at the thought of another monolithic mind-numbing          bureaucracy to deal with. The end result was a          humiliating defeat that sent Hillary back to          cookie-baking detail.        
          But she wouldn't stay there for long. As 1993 wore on,          the specter of the Whitewater deals began to loom large,          and White House Counsel Vince Foster was in          charge of compiling and vetting documents for the          increasingly inevitable investigation. In July 2003,          Foster was found dead of a gunshot wound to the head in a          Washington, D.C. park, and the fecal projectile hit the          rotating metal blades with great gusto.        
          A vast conspiracy machine was born out of that apparent          suicide, the likes of which had never been seen in the          United States. If half the energy devoted to Vince Foster          had been given to JFK's assassination, we'd probably know          where Jimmy Hoffa          was buried today. Three separate, massive and costly          investigations (including one by the notoriously          desperate Kenneth Starr, see below) ruled Foster's death          a suicide, but that hardly matters to anyone.        
          Most conspiracy theories on the subject involve one or          both of the Clintons committing a cold-blooded and          unsubtle murder in order of a high-ranking, high-profile          member of their administration, who was also a close          family friend, to cover up their involvement in what most          reasonable observers agree is at most a couple hundred          thousand dollars of no-more-than-moderately shady deals.          A popular sidebar to the murder theory involves an          alleged affair between Hillary and Foster, who was a          long-time associate of the First Lady at the Rose Law          Firm.        
          These theories offer no explanation for why Webster          Hubbell, James McDougal, Susan McDougal, Roger          Clinton, Vernon Jordan, Paula Jones, Gennifer Flowers          and Monica Lewinsky were allowed to live.        
          Needless to say, the Vince Foster "suicide" was the          beginning of a long national nightmare. Hillary Clinton          was dragged out of the kitchen, where her cookies were          still cooling on the counter, to answer the questions of          an insistent media. In an April 1994 press conference,          she claimed that a) she had made her $1 million in          commodities trading all by herself and b) she hadn't          worked on a specific shady real estate deal related to          Madison S&L. Neither of these claims turned out to be          true, but on the other hand, neither of them were          particularly interesting either.        
          By summer 1994, everyone was getting kind of pissed off          about this whole scandal thing, so an illustrious and          impartial legal expert named Robert Fiske was brought in          as a special counsel to investigate Whitewater, including          the Foster suicide.        
           Investigations by Fiske, the Washington,          D.C., police, the national park service, the Resolution          Trust Corp., various U.S. Attorney branches, various          House and Senate committees, at least one grand jury,          Matlock, Ironsides and Perry Mason all failed to turn up          any compelling criminal case which could effectively be          levied against the Clintons.        
          Not wanting to look like quitters, Congressional          Republicans lobbied for another special counsel, and got          the bulldog of their dreams when they found Kenneth          Starr. Starr wasn't having any of that innocent crap, and          he poured hundreds of millions of dollars in taxpayer          money into proving his case. In 1995, a couple crates of          billing records related to various Whitewater issues          mysteriously turned up in the White House residence,          sparking a new round of speculation about Hillary's          crimelord tendencies, but once more, "the glove didn't          fit," in the immortal words of Johnnie Cochran. The          teflon First Lady walked yet again.        
          After years of investigating, Ken Starr grudgingly          admitted that Foster's death was a suicide, and finally          conceded that he couldn't build a criminal case on based          on the pretty marginal Whitewater fiasco. Luckily for          Starr, Bill Clinton was a horndog -- and THAT was a fact          that could be proven beyond any reasonable doubt.        
          Starr pursued allegations relating to Clinton's          womanizing, running them into the ground before finally          building an           exhaustive (and exhausting) case that the President          had been the recipient of (gasp!) blow jobs from a young          White House intern named Monica Lewinsky. Since we all          know that American Presidents NEVER cheat on their wives,          Starr dragged the Clintons in for depositions and finally          managed to build a fairly flimsy (legally speaking) case          for perjury based on a couple of whopping lies (in          layman's terms) issued by the President regarding the          whereabouts and activities of his schlong.        
          While a salacious press corps drooled over the          semen-stained details of the case, much of America turned          its attention to Hillary, looking for a Jerry          Springer-style outburst of pain and rage. The press corps          was sorely disappointed. Clinton maintained a stoic          public persona throughout the seemingly endless          proceedings, which eventually climaxed in unprecedented          impeachment proceedings for an offense committed by          John F.          Kennedy three times before breakfast every day.        
           In the absence of public comment, the media          (tabloid and otherwise) ran a continuing barrage of          rumors, hearsay and innuendo regarding Hillary Clinton's          feelings and reactions to her husband's peccadillos. The          most believable of these indicated that she was more          pissed off about the stupidity of being embroiled in a          political mess than about any more conventional concerns          regarding marriage vows.        
          By doing nothing, Clinton dramatically reinforced the          polarized reactions that had followed her every move          since her husband's election. For the people who hated          her, the stony silence reinforced her image as an ice          queen; for those who loved her, it was a reaffirmation of          her personal strength.        
          Despite all this, Bill Clinton easily cruised to          re-election in 1996. Hillary Clinton filled her time (and          distracted herself from the headlines) by penning an          acclaimed book on child-rearing called "It Takes A          Village," which instantly set off yet another round of          the by-now familiar schizoid reactions.        
          Hailed by many as inspirational in describing a community          role in guiding the development of children, the book was          damned by nearly as many for a vaguely Communist tilt.          Looneys like Jerry Falwell shrieked about the way book          acknowledged the existence of such dangerously          anarchistic and unAmerican phenomena as "working mothers"          and "divorce," which could never happen in America.        
          Somehow Hillary Clinton and the nation itself survived          Bill Clinton's presidency. The First Family exited the          White House with an extremely tiny scrap of dignity, a          couple truckloads of merchandise and (in what has now          become a presidential tradition) a funny-smelling cloud          of last-minute presidential pardons.        
           The couple moved to New York, where they had          lived their entire lives. At least, that was how they          tried to pitch it to the New York voters, as Clinton made          the jump from First Wronged Woman to wearing the          political pants in the family.        
          While her husband hit the lecture circuit in an effort to          raise funds to polish off years of legal bills, Hillary          Clinton ran for the Senate. Her opponent was a smarmy          young Turk named Rick Lazio, who employed an aggressive          attack strategy and attempted to make political hay out          of the fact that Clinton was rather a latecomer to the          Great State of New York.        
          But we're talking about a woman who survived seeing the          most intimate details of her husband's transformed into          four straight years of Tonight Show monologues. Lazio          came off as petulant, obnoxious and immature. If Ken          Starr, with his army of investigators and a bottomless          pit of taxpayer money at his command, couldn't sink          Hillary Clinton, you could hardly expect much from a          local politico with an image reminiscent of a disgruntled          game show host. Wronged Woman Hillary Clinton was          permanently retired, along with her cookies, and Senator          Hillary Clinton was born.        
          Nearly two years into her Senate tenure, Clinton appears          to be settling in as a pretty average Senator. Early          polling showed her to be the front-runner among          Democratic candidates for the 2004 presidential election,          but she opted to stay put and build her resume for a          while.        
          It's hard to imagine that situation is anything but          temporary. The Clinton White House, Round Two, has a          certain feeling of inevitability about it. One can only          hope that the second time around will go a little more          smoothly than the first...        
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