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In late 1993 or maybe early 1994, I met Bill and Hillary Clinton at the White House. (I even got a photo of myself behind the presidential podium! Fun fact: They actually remove the presidential seal after the president leaves, so you’re just posing in front of a regular podium. I guess they got tired of morons like me running up and cosplaying they’re president.)
ThebackdropwasHillarycare:TheClintonadministrationwasabouttolaunchthatHindenburgofadisasterontheAmericanpeople,andsomeDemocraticstrategisthadthegeniusideaofinvitingournation’stoptalk-radiohostsandproducerstotheWhiteHouse,givingustheVIPtreatment,andtellingushowwonderfulHillarycarewillbe.Becausesurely,we’dbesoimpressed,we’dgobacktoouraudiencesandconvincethemwhatasplendidplanitis!
Ofcourse,90+%ofthetalk-showhostsattheeventwereconservative,soallwedidwasgoofon‘emandtellouraudiencetheopposite.ButtheWhiteHousevisititselfwashighlyilluminating.
Ilearnedalot.
First,whenyouvisitthepresident,youhavetotellthemyourrealdateofbirth.(Someofthefemalehostsweren’thappyaboutthat.)
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