Bill Clinton, Buddhist Sage
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Over the past couple years, every time I see Bill Clinton in an interview or on TV or simply giving a speech, it always strikes me how god damn happy he looks. Not happy like you finally got the girl who sits at the end of the bar in the sack and not happy like you won the DVD player at the company picnic, but happy like deep spiritual contentment. Like nothing in the world could faze his stilo. He looks much more like a drunken Buddhist sage skipping down some Tibetal yak trail than an ex-president and that’s not something you’re used to seeing in this country. Last night I was watching the inaugration of his new presidential library in Little Rock. There were certainly some subtle and not so subtle political undertones as George H.W. Bush, Jimmy Carter, and George W. Bush expressed their admiration and Bill Clinton expressed his gratitude. With all the wisdom of a Buddhist sage, this is, in part, what Clinton said:
Meanwhile, as the NY Times reports:
Two nights ago I went up to En Fuego in Del Mar to have a couple beers with two of my homies. Well, a homie and my homie’s homie, I suppose. They’re both Republicans, both biotech scientists. One of them works for Merck, the producer of the called back drug Vioxx, which is being heavily investigated by the Senate to make sure they didn’t know about the heart attack and stroke risks associated with the drug. So he was rapping to us about how he’s a little nervous about what might happen with the investigation and how there’s been a recent backlash in the media against the FDA’s failure to regulate the safetly and efficacy of drugs as well as America’s tendency to overprescribe drugs when they are not really necessary. Of course it has long been the position of the biotech sector and many conservatives in general that the FDA is too regulatory. Oops, gotta run, anyway, I learned a lot last night in watching the senate grill the FDA director and CEO of Merck. There’s a lot of fixing to be done. |









I was at the dedication of the man’s library. I didn’t hear much of his speech though because of the rain. On the tickets to get into the place it said you weren’t allowed to bring umbrellas. Those sitting in our areas, the sections away from the stage, followed that rule for the most part and the few who disobeyed had their umbrellas confiscated. Those near the stage however, all seemed to have umbrellas. Why is that? My dad thought preferential treatment. I figured the people up front we’re used to doing things in their interest and didn’t heed the umbrella prohibition in the face of the weather forecast. Luckily a nice lady gave me a poncho, my dad wasn’t so lucky. By the time Clitnon spoke my dad had finally caved into the chills and so we walked away and I became preoccupied, unable to listen to the man’s words.
What I’ve seen him say on television lately has been interesting though, a few times it seems like he reflects as he’s answering, his eyes cast down before he speaks. I don’t know if that’s something he did while he was president or if it because of a freedom to act a different way now that he’s no longer president. The other two ex-presidents gave funny speeches, and the current one gave a pretty boring one. But anyway, I’m gonna read the text of his speech some day and see what I missed out on.