Is It Ken Starr’s Fault?
I found this story on the National Review cruise over at Susie’s place. It’s the perfect comedy to accompany the Sunday shows–stories about what nuts Republicans when they presume they’re alone. There’s a lot that worth reading, not least the portrayal of the Podhoretz-Buckley feud (with Buckley almost–but not quite–disowning his conservative offspring). But I was particularly amused by Ken Starr’s self-denials, in response to the question of whether maybe he’s personally responsible for 9/11.
nd one morning  on the deck I discover Kenneth Starr, looking like he has stepped out of a  long-forgotten 1990s news bulletin waving Monica’s stained blue dress. His  face is round and unlined, like an immense, contented baby. As I stare at  him, all my repressed bewilderment rises, and I ask – Mr Starr, do you feel  ashamed that, as Osama bin Laden plotted to murder American citizens, you  brought the American government to a stand-still over a few consensual blow  jobs? Do you ever lie awake at night wondering if a few more memos on  national security would have reached the President’s desk if he wasn’t  spending half his time dealing with your sexual McCarthyism?
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