In Sam Donaldson they've been thrown in with a world-class interjector who has, in his time, been known to interrupt Niagara Falls. One speculates, this compulsion to interrupt must prescribe an ever-narrowing circle of friends and a technique for fornicating that has a lot of peaks and valleys. It is not astonishing the White House Press Corps quit asking questions about lying, perversion, and treachery, the only subjects that obtain to the Clinton presidency. Speak the name Monica Lewinsky and all that ensues is the sound of the wind and an illusion of tumbleweed blowing across the East Room floor. Still, asking a pertinent question of Press Secretary Mike McCurry is like playing handball against a blanket.
Nothing comes back.
That makes the press briefings an irrelevant ritual, which suits all concerned just fine. This White House doesn't need reporters. It needs surveillance cameras, and a deal to syndicate the tapes. Some believe it is painted on, others that it fell there from a 747. Logic suggests it is his real hair.