Excerpt from Chapter 1:
"She had defended a man- for the wrong reason-who perhaps 99 out of 100 women would have left." -Thomas Williams
Years ago-in fact so many years ago that computers were not even used by writers-I had a typist I'll call Marie, a pleasant, thirty-ish, chunky woman who had a husband named Herb, who was a carpenter. Occasionally, I would get behind on my bill for her typing services, but Marie did not seem to mind. She was very easygoing. She'd usually say something like: "Whenever you can pay, Tom, that's fine."
I got to be friendly with her, and one day we sat down at the kitchen table to have a cup of coffee. The conversation somehow drifted to adultery, and I expressed my feelings about it, telling her it would devastate me if my wife cheated on me. Then she told me her feelings about Herb, "If I caught Herb cheating on me, I'd pin him to the mattress."
I was puzzled. "What do you mean? Is that a wrestling hold or something?"
"No," she said, and demonstrated. She held the fist of one hand high simulating holding something and then drove it swiftly down towards the table. I realized it was a knife. All I could think to say was, "Listen, Marie, I'm going to catch up on my bill ASAP, okay?"
Marie's reaction to her husband possibly cheating on her is not that unusual for a woman or man. Homicides occur all the time because adultery is a stake in the heart of a marriage. It basically tells your mate that you don't care about him or her, that you are untrustworthy, and that a marriage vow doesn't matter. Statistically, about 18 percent of the population commits adultery; and without scientifically measuring it, it seems that many of these couples stay together, but the marriage is really over. Love is all about caring, and adultery destroys that. Never again will one party trust the other; never again will they believe, down deep, that they really care about the other person. There will always be the nagging question: Will they do it again?
We're talking here, of course, of cheating that happens just once. But what if it happens more than once-or many times? Or hundreds of times? What would that do to the heart and soul of a normal woman? It would kill her, in a sense, and the only way she could possibly stay with that person would be if she felt threatened, if she was married to a psychopath who would hurt her if she left him, if she had some deep-seated need to be abused, or, if she had an agenda that was bigger, more important than her husband cheating on her..
Which brings us to the Clintons.
William Jefferson Clinton, 42nd president of the United States, grew up dirt poor in Arkansas, and his father abandoned the family when he was a little boy. Clinton often saw his heavily made up and floridly dressed mother go out with many different men. That basic background produced a man who, one might say, has a perpetual erection.
One of the characteristics of someone like this, psychologists say, is that they will take great risks for sex. When one looks at Clinton's behavior as a public official, it's easy to see he took many risks for sex that could have generated a scandal that would bring him crashing down from the high perches that he had achieved in his home state of Arkansas,
first as attorney general, then governor. And it says something about how obsessed he was.
There are many examples of Clinton acting out this obsession. In his book, The Seduction of Hillary Rodham Clinton, author David Brock says that while Clinton was Arkansas governor, state troopers Roger Perry and Larry Patterson wrote in their book about their years guarding Clinton that he "had been prone to extramarital affairs, conducting several at a time, as well as indulging in numerous one-night stands." The troopers alleged that, while they were being paid by the state and driving state cars, they were regularly instructed by Clinton to approach women and to solicit their telephone numbers," then to drive them to rendezvous points and stand guard during sexual encounters. No doubt the most infamous of these was with Paula Jones, though it didn't culminate in a sex act. The troopers brought her to a Little Rock hotel where the governor was waiting. Indeed he was. When Ms. Jones entered the room, Clinton was standing there with his pants and underwear pooled down around his ankles and with an erect penis. (It turned out to be an expensive erection. Ultimately Clinton settled out of court with Jones for $850,000 for sexual assault.)
"The troopers further alleged," Brock said, "that they were eyewitness to some of the encounters, including incidents where oral sex was performed on Clinton on the grounds of the governor's mansion and in the parking lot of a local elementary school."
Another trooper, L.D. Brown, said that while he worked at the Governor's mansion in the mid-'80s, he also solicited sexual partners during Clinton's travels throughout the state. "Over a hundred at least," Brown said. "I'd hate to even try to guess."
Of course, Bill Clinton didn't become a sex fiend as an adult. It started when he was a little boy, and continued through high school and into college. He was in full Satyr-like tilt when he met Hillary at Yale Law School in the '70s.