I didn't write about it Wednesday, when Bill Bennett said "You could abort every black baby in this country, and your crime rate would go down"Yesterday on his web site, he wrote, not a mea culpa, but an explanation. He didn't get on his knees and apologize, or even squeeze out a few tears.
"A caller to my radio show proposed the idea that one good argument for the pro-life position would be that if we didn't have abortions, Social Security would be solvent. I stated my doubts about such a thesis, as well as my opposition to such a form of argument.
"I then stated that such extrapolations of this argument can cut both ways, and cited the current bestseller, Freakonomics, which discusses the authors' thesis that abortion reduces crime. "
And you, outraged American public, were supposed to know that! He was merely using this in his sophistry! You weren't supposed to actually believe he was actually postulating the "impossible, ridiculous, and morally reprehensible. . ." solution to all our ills.
Is anyone is still listening to this P.O.S. , this degenerate gambler who flushed millions down the toilet while lecturing us in the media and in his books about "virtue?" He lost around eight million dollars gambling but claims he "came out about even" (as all gamblers claim!). The self-delusion and lying never stops. Ollie North, Rush Limbaugh, or Gordon Liddy. . .are all convicted criminals and serial prevaricators who regularly lecture us about morality. We not only allow them to spew their invective, but we make them rich for doing it, and beg for more! ("Please Sir, may I have another?").
What happened to the old ways? When someone like Senator Harrison Williams, Billy Sol Estes or Dan Rostenknowski got caught with their hand in the till or (in the case of LBJ's aide) busted for a men's room sex act. . .well, that was it. They would instantly fade into the woodwork, never to be heard from again? If the gambling revelations didn't do it, maybe this new imbroglio will marginalize Bennett for good.
I don't really wish ill to William Bennett. I'd just like the next thing I hear about him to be his obituary. Many, many years from now, of course.
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I saved the best for last. Unless I come up with some juicy press briefings, this is the last Rumsfeld poem. This poem is so relevant to what I do for a living (one part of which involves investigating the unknown) that it is the first page in my manual. If you work for me, it's required reading.
