To date, the number of alleged rape and sexual abuse allegations against former President Bill Clinton? Six.
The number of years Bill Cosby was President? Zero.
The number of years Bill Clinton was President? Eight.
This is not a political diatribe. Far from it. Simply a statement of facts. The groundswell against Bill Cosby over the past several days has been monumental. No need to go over the stories and charges. Punishment is already being doled out.
No more appearances on late night talk shows.
No more development deal with NBC.
No more videos available on Netflix.
No more reruns shown on TV Land.
And I'm thinking the Cosby household, or what's left of it, no longer has access to free Jell-O Pudding.
The former President? He walks into a luncheon attended by over 1000 women and is given a standing ovation.
That's where we are, folks. America. The land of the free. And the home of the double standards.
Don't get me wrong, gang. There's smoke and, yes, there's fire. Cosby's been pulling this dirty act for years and years. And it probably doesn't stop with five.
About twenty years ago in NY, we were in a prestigious sitcom writing workshop. One of the people running it was a former showrunner for the Cosby Show, the one with all those kids. In a rare candid moment, he mentioned all the "activity" in Bill's office and dressing room. So, when I hear the things over the past few days, yours truly is not surprised.
But Slick Willie Clinton gets a pass as a revered statesman. And this antics probably don't stop with six. I heard from a friend several years ago that he would hang around the local Starbucks in upper Westchester and...well...violate the personal space of the cute, young baristas.
So, yeah, that all happened, too. And I think back to a story I heard. Also twenty years ago.
A very good friend of mine was in politics at the time and was pretty damn involved in the 1992 Presidential campaign. As I was told, Clinton was speaking before an enthusiastic crowd somewhere in the Midwest. He spotted a cute thing in the front and, as was his usual procedure, asked the Secret Service to bring her in for a...ahem...personal meeting.
Well, the cheese stood alone. And Bill had scrambled egg on his face when he discovered that the apple of his...ahem...eye was the daughter of then Democratic Party chairman Ron Brown. Oops.
That tale always stuck with me. About a year later, Ron Brown is killed in a plane crash. I hear this news from the CBS Nightly News which I usually watched from my perch on top of a Nordic Track at my old gym in Yonkers. I'm watching the footage as Bill and Hillary are shown making a condolence call at the Brown home. And the President hugs the daughter he wanted to screw way back on the campaign trail. Wow.
So, I have no skin in this game. I don't really like Bill Cosby. And, since he's a politician, you know I don't like Bill Clinton. But the most detestable of all? The people around us who act like one Bill matters and the other doesn't.
Dinner last night: Sandwich and salad.
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