Everytime Bill Clinton appears on the tube my cat gets up and walks out of the room. Pope John II could say Mass with an ace of spades sticking out of his sleeve and it wouldn't grab them. It would surprise no one to see the Capitol Gang placidly grazing on the White House lawn. These are the people who get the last word in this country, and they get it every day. Never mind their press credentials.
Somebody check their pulses.
This is a convocation that is tamed, emasculated, subdued, pureed, and housebroken. When empowered, they abdicate. When aroused, they self-castrate. When alarmed, they urinate. Going into a press briefing Clinton must feel like Daniel entering a chicken coop.