I don’t hate the Clintons, I loathe them ever since two pimps dressed as Arkansas State Troopers walked up to my salesman’s beautiful wife at a crowded Downtown Little Rock hotel bar in 1990. They said “Governor Clinton is staying in the hotel tonight. He saw you and would like you to come up to his room to meet him”. Thankfully she had heard the rumors about his actions floating around town and refused. Think Paula Jones was a lying piece of “trailer trash”? Think again. Scandal after scandal increased my loathing. Loathe is a much more considered and reasoned word than hate. I know what I saw and heard and will go to my grave believing it.