I just now noticed something: Sick Willie wears the same style of reading glasses as the Director does. Remarkable coincidence, is it not?
Sorry, folks, I'm trying to come up with something, ANYthing newsworthy about this story, but it's a mighty struggle. So much of this stuff is already priced into Mrs. Clinton's "stock" alongside Emailgate and Benghazigate that it's difficult to remain convinced that any of it matters.
Anyway, here's more on the latest gravy train revelation:
The Clinton Global Initiative, which arranges donations to "help solve the world’s problems"....
i.e. Funnel cash to La Clinton Nostra's barnacles and leeches.
....set up a financial commitment that benefited a for-profit company part-owned by people with ties to the Clintons, including a current and a former Democrat official and a close friend of former President Bill Clinton.
The $2 million commitment was placed on the agenda for a September 2010 conference of the Clinton Global Initiative at Mr. Clinton’s urging, according to a document from the period and people familiar with the matter.
It will be wholly unshocking for you to learn that the "for-profit company" dealt in (drumroll, please) "green energy" under the name Energy Pioneer Solutions," Inc. The Big Me also used his clout to "persuade" the Obama Anti-Energy Commissariat to lavish generous subsidies (nearly a million dollars) all over EPSI in which for its principals to wallow naked.
And those principals were, let us say, "well-connected"":
An internal document from that year showed it as owned 29% by [Multi-time former Nebraska Democrat congressional candidate Scott] Kleeb; 29% by Jane Eckert, the owner of an art gallery in Pine Plains, N.Y.; and 29% by Julie Tauber McMahon of Chappaqua, N.Y., a close friend of Mr. Clinton, who also lives in Chappaqua. Owning 5% each were Democrat National Committee treasurer Andrew Tobias and Mark Weiner, a supplier to political campaigns and former Rhode Island Democrat chairman, both longtime friends of the Clintons.
Okay, I've mustered two closing observations for your enjoyment:
1) Cronyism is one of those things that people tend to hate until they are its beneficiaries. It's rather like when notorious shortstop/third baseman Alex Rodriguez left the Seattle Mariners fifteen years ago for his first mega-buck contract ($252 million over ten years) with the Texas Rangers. Mariner fans booed him for years afterwards when the Rangers, and later the New York Yankees, would visit Safeco Field. Some would come to the ballpark equipped with fishing poles with dollar bills on its hooks that they'd whip out every time A-Rod came to bat. I never understood this mindset (or at least not completely - Seattle had offered ninety million over five years, so it's not like Madonna's boytoy wouldn't have still been filthy stinking rich); every time I saw the fishing poles come out, I thought to myself, "There's not a single one of those people who wouldn't have made the exact same choice A-Rod did in his cleats". And it's true. They just never, not a one of them, ever bothered to put themselves in his cleats. A classic example of delusional fan "ownership," as though fans have, or are entitled to, a claim on where their favorite ball players go and what they get paid. Not, actually, unlike how some people think they have a say in how other people ought to vote, come to think of it....
There are different degrees of cronyism and accompanying corruption, to be sure, and one's principles should never, EVER be "for sale". But if "networking" connects you with someone or someones who can provide you with opportunities you would not otherwise have had....well, sometimes it does help to "know somebody".
2) The above is, of course, why I could never work for Donald Trump in any capacity. And if anybody thinks that Clintonoid-style cronyism wouldn't keep right on going into and throughout a Trump presidency, they're still not paying attention.
But Trumplicans wouldn't have any problem with that, being "slaves" on the winning side, now would they?
UPDATE: Cronies apparently aren't the only thing the Clinton Global Initiative subsidizes:
Bill Clinton’s foundation arranged a $2 million pledge to a power company partly owned by a wealthy blond divorcée — who some say is the frequent visitor to his home nicknamed “Energizer.”...
[Julie Tauber McMahon, fifty-four, is rumored to be the woman dubbed “Energizer” by the Secret Service at the Clinton home because of her frequent visits, according to RadarOnline.
Because she just keeps going and going and going and....
Which suggests that Mr. Bill's bypass surgery a dozen years ago was a complete success.
Secret Service agents were even given special instructions to abandon usual protocol when the woman came by, according to journalist Ronald Kessler’s tell-all book, The First Family Detail.
i.e. Secret Service agents were on standard "Clinton protocol". Which doubtless will remain in place over the ensuing four years. It'll be just like old times.
“You don’t stop her, you don’t approach her, you just let her go in,” says the book, based on agents’ accounts.
....and out and in and out and in and out and....
Oh, my apologies: up and down and up and down and up and down and....
“Energizer” is described in the book as a charming visitor who sometimes brought cookies to the agents.
Is that what they're calling it now? I'll have to write that down.
The book describes one sun-drenched afternoon when agents took notice of the woman’s revealing attire.
“It was a warm day, and she was wearing a low-cut tank top, and as she leaned over, her breasts were very exposed,” an agent is quoted in the book.
“They appeared to be very perky and very new and full…There was no doubt in my mind they were enhanced.”
“Energizer” reportedly timed her arrivals and departures around Hillary Clinton’s schedule.
I'll just bet "Energizer" did. Something tells me a threesome with that particular trio would have caused a chemical explosion. And that the ensuing four years will be a blog-fodder gold mine.
UPDATE II: Then there is the freshly reported total of twenty-six flights that Sick Willie took on convicted-pedophile Jeffrey Epstein's personal 727 jet, dubbed the "Lolita Express," which was notorious for its insatiable supply of underage girls:
Former President Bill Clinton was a much more frequent flyer on a registered sex offender’s infamous jet than previously reported, with flight logs showing the former president taking at least twenty-six trips aboard the “Lolita Express” — even apparently ditching his Secret Service detail for at least five of the flights, according to records obtained by FoxNews.com.
Clinton’s presence aboard Jeffrey Epstein’s Boeing 727 on eleven occasions has been reported, but flight logs show the number is more than double that, and trips between 2001 and 2003 included extended junkets around the world with Epstein and fellow passengers identified on manifests by their initials or first names, including “Tatiana.” The tricked-out jet earned its Nabakov-inspired nickname because it was reportedly outfitted with a bed where passengers had group sex with young girls.
“Bill Clinton … associated with a man like Jeffrey Epstein, who everyone in New York, certainly within his inner circles, knew was a pedophile,” said Conchita Sarnoff, of the Washington, D.C. based non-profit Alliance to Rescue Victims of Trafficking, and author of a book on the Epstein case called TrafficKing. “Why would a former president associate with a man like that?”
I'm assuming that's a rhetorical question. Ditto for Donald Trump, another Epstein buddy and pal, from whose association he earned a lawsuit from one alleged underage female victim. The plaintiff is representing herself in the suit, which doesn't lend her case a whole lot of credibility, but then neither does it say a whole lot for Trump's judgment that he ever associated with a scumbag like Epstein in the first place, no matter what he did or did not do.
Yet another illustration of how one is known for the company - night riders and now rich perverts - one keeps, and how Trump and the Clintons are two sides of the same coin, in way more ways than one.