It's Sunday night in Chicago, and January is over. You'd never know it was winter. It must be 45 degrees out, and what little snow there is is melting or gone. Skiing was, of course, nonexistent. Today, I got more things reinstalled on this laptop, washed the car again, and caught up on email from the last week or so. Far, far too much discussion on the diary list of this whole thing about Clinton. I can't remember who asked me about lying and such as it applies to the President, but I state again: my objection has to do with questions that have no business being asked in the first place. If I lie to a question you had no business asking, who's really to blame? If Clinton were walking on State Street and some guy comes up, sticks a gun in his ribs and asked "how much money have you got?" do you impeach Clinton for lying and saying he has none?
This holier-than-thou scrutiny will lead toward public officials who are too boring to even contemplate. Harry Truman would never have stood a chance in 1998 America. Ike would have been hounded out of office. Kennedy... well, I'll just leave this all there. I don't see fit to waste your bandwidth discussing things which should be common sense to people with common sense. Boring leaders make for a boring society.
I'm upset about this again. I am going to the store for some yogurt.
Tomorrow I'll tell you a story about that store and yogurt.