Prisons are full of killers, hoodlums, thieves, grifters, dope addicts, and not overly bright victims of history. Yet, among the worst of humanity, a good deal of attention is paid to grooming and sartorial excellence. You can be the smallest and most vulnerable chump in the gym, but no one is excused from the job of defending his dignity. It is a question of survival. Bill Clinton is a wanker.
Policy is determined by pollsters, pundits, and policy wonks.
Bubba is in charge of smiling and reading somebody else's speeches. This gives him ample time to jerk off with secretaries. His wife gives him hell ten times a day for being an idiot. But, somehow, despite all the boredom, deceit, and shame of living a lie, William Jefferson Clinton holds his chin proudly in the air when they play 'Hail To The Chief'. The enterprise of religion is theft from the weak, to fund a gang of despots.