
Timothy Noah and Marjorie Williams
Gee, Tim. You'd never know from the tone of your last note that while it's true you moved 3,000 miles away, you still have parents, two sibs, and five nieces and nephews living atop the Sierra Madre fault. It occurs to me that we were advised to include earthquake insurance in our homeowner's policy here in D.C.; your family could be forgiven just a hint of satisfaction if we end up in the rubble.
One final note for the weekend. I can't pass up an opportunity to circulate more widely the reprehensible thing Pat Robertson said on the "700 Club" yesterday. In reference to the Secret Service's pleas to exempt their agents from testimony, Robertson reportedly speculated that they're afraid that if the president sees them as potential spies, "he'll slip out the back alley by himself, without a Secret Service detail, and then some gunman will assassinate him. Well, if you've got a philandering president, maybe that's what, you know..." The Post's "Reliable Source" column, to which I am indebted for this news, says his remark was greeted with sustained applause.
I'll say it again: Clinton sure is lucky in his enemies.
Signing off for this week,
Marjorie
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