Dear Friends, Patriots and Warriors of Truth:

Tuatha has posted an editorial by one John Derbyshire of the National Review: that is a publication which I used to keep near to me, until they finally revealed themselves as being, essentially, "stooges" or tools of the New World Order, particularly in their bombastic affection for phonied-up "free trade" deals like NAFTA (the North American Free Trade Agreement), and that hideously utopian "big Ape," the World Trade Organization. They shill for the owner-operators of the Global Plantation while espousing "conservative" ideals. That kind of misdirection flat out makes me sick, and sick in my heart.

So Derbyshire hates Chelsea Clinton? So @#$%^&&$#@(** what?

One of the less-discussed aspects of the meteoric rise of William Jefferson Caligula has been the awkward circumstances surrounding his birth. He was, as all must surely recall, a posthumous child, born after some poor chump named Blythe was killed in an automobile accident. Among others, the great physician and prophet Michel de Nostredame spoke to us, in The Centuries, of posthumous sons and their peculiar, almost Biblical, powers and in their destinies. It has occasionally been bruited about, that one William Jefferson Blythe was actually the 'bastard' son of Winthrop Rockefeller. That certainly explains the ease with which an otherwise unremarkable but highly intelligent young man was able to obtain passage to Georgetown University, from Arkansas.

Now fast forward to the late 1970's. A certain W. J. Clinton is the Attorney General of Arkansas. He gulls a very likable and attractive married woman named Juanita Broadderick into letting him visit her in the hotel room where she is staying. There, according to her videotaped account, he either assaults her sexually or actually does rape her (that seems most likely). Given his personal magnetism and unerring ability to find 'willing' female partners, one wonders why such an assault was necessary. Like the beauty queen Elizabeth Ward Gracen, this Broadderick reports that Clinton mashed her face with his "kissing" and bit her lip, perhaps more than once, bruising her.

On taking his leave of this unwilling (or, at least, unhappily persuaded) lady, Clinton turns to her and says that she needn't worry about getting pregnant, as he is sterile. Hello!?! Earth to the Rumor Mill News Agents!! Do the mathematics. This event happened before Chelsea Clinton was born.

The fact that Obergruppencommandant Clinton never would allow his medical records to be released, not even if they were "parsed" before publication, a certain rumor about his health acquires a certain cachet and validity. If, as has been suggested, Mr. Clinton was afflicted with the Mumps at a tender and pubescent age, and if those Mumps developed into a certain well-known secondary inflammation called Mumps Meningitis, then some of the ex-President's known physical characteristics can be explained.

In the course of l'Affaire Lewinsky, we learned that the willing and submissive intern from Beverly Hills was called on to "service" her Presidential master while he was standing -- as he often experienced serious lower back pain. And it has long been public and common knowledge that Clinton is partly deaf (in at least one of his ears), and uses a hearing aid. Two of the known complications of Mumps Meningitis are persistent, life-long pains in the lower back and partial auditory impairment, i.e., a kind of deafness. Sterility or a very low sperm count also occurs in a certain percentage of those who suffer from the high fevers associated with Mumps Meningitis. Now, in his favor, it must be said that this complication of the Mumps has a low incidence, and that of those who do get the fever, deafness and sterility are lower on the chart than the back pain. A friend who has treated this complication of Mumps also remarked that "Priapism" is another rare side-effect of Mumps Meningitis. Those who don't know what this is can look it up, 'cause I ain't going no further with that one!

Therefore, should a person accept what Juanita Broadderick said?
If one accepts it as being true, then who actually fathered the unfortunate Miss Chelsea Clinton? Was it Webster Hubbell? He of the bugling lips and sallow cheeks? Is that where Chelsea's remarkable "kisser" came from? Or was, as has been suggested in various tabloid scandal sheets, Vincent W. Foster the long-time paramour of Mrs. Governor Clinton? And who really cares?

Derbyshire brought it up. It is my duty to hammer this one down and then to toss it back on the scrap heap of the many bad -- no, stupidly foolish -- ideas foisted on us by the National Review.

John Derbyshire wrote:

"Chelsea is a Clinton. She bears the taint; and though not prosecutable in law, in custom and nature the taint cannot be ignored. All the great despotisms of the past ? I'm not arguing for despotism as a principle, but they sure knew how to deal with potential trouble ? recognized that the families of objectionable citizens were a continuing threat."

There has hardly been a time in my life when I have read anything which is more blatantly un-American, more blatantly contrary to the fundamental principles of our founding fathers and of the union of sovereign States which they created. It reeks of neo-colonial pandering ... it stinks like the English aristocrats of the Tudor era ... it is sick and it is morally repulsive. Then he adds -- "[in] Stalin's penal code it was a crime to be the wife or child of an 'enemy of the people'. The Nazis used the same principle, which they called Sippenhaft, 'clan liability'."

I hope that I may never meet Mr. Derbyshire in this world, so long as I shuffle through it, attached to this mortal coil: it will be all I can do to refrain from breaking his rotten teeth by smashing his de-calcified jawbone with the butt of my 9 .... oh well, you get the picture. What a reprehensible lout he is.
But, not content with evoking the spectre of two of the greatest monsters ever to stir from the bowels of humanity, he adds --

"In Imperial China, enemies of the state were punished 'to the ninth degree': that is, everyone in the offender's own generation would be killed, and everyone related via four generations up, to the great-great-grandparents, and four generations down, to the great-great-grandchildren, would also be killed."

There's more to this rotten screeching but why bother to quote it or to further illuminate these psychotic fulminations? The Bill of Attainder is prohibited here, for just the reasons which this idiot has placed on the table. Maybe he thinks he is funny. If that is so, then we now know why NONE of the great comedians of the last twenty years came out of Great Britain. They haven't made a funny man since Peter Sellers was young and hairy.

Maybe this stuff is all a lot of hooey, a lot of phonied-up tripe spewed forth by those people who have a visceral, nay, genetic hatred of all things Clinton. I used to count myself among their ranks, having once been a conservative Democrat, and having been run out of the party by the Two Clintons. But I will not countenance the "attainting" of Chelsea Clinton, nee'Hubbell.

However, given the events of the last few weeks, and the pattern of dissimulation of the last eight and 1/2 years, there is almost nothing bad about this fellow, Billy The Big Creep, that can be written, that doesn't deserve to be checked and verified..

It is, truly, Biblical: he retains power even as he shrinks into a nullity, a political liablity. Friends -- I don't know if Chelsea Clinton should be called nee' Hubbell or not. And, I really, really don't care. Leave her alone.

If and when she offers herself as "the next, best Hillary," then let the arrows fly. Until then, I say -- "hands off Chelsea."

And to John of Derbyshire -- "pal, I got somethin' for you!"