Clinton vacillates between the conviction he has nothing to prove and the conviction he already proved it. He is too engaged in substantiating falsehoods to try to prove negatives. His adherents buy his story, whatever's wrong is not his fault. For the uplifted, it's enough to know, where there's smoke, there's Clinton. Conceding not everything is comprehensible, yet the disparity between the enlightened and the empty-headed is as profound as the difference between mystery and ignorance.
Mystery has romance, ignorance fosters insularity.
Under the present comatose management of the Department of Justice, you could bury the Washington Monument in smoking guns without provoking an investigation. Americans are less and less entertained by hick audacity. Just because a guy talks like he was born with a corncob up his ass doesn't make him Will Rogers. Clinton's harangues are decreasingly picturesque. Rather they are tedious, vapid, irrelevant and long.