Bill Clinton's Life
By Kerry L. Marsala

It is often believed that when a male feels somewhat inadequate of portion that they must fill their hormonal insecurities by making other things around them larger than life. So goes Bill Clinton's book, all 957 pages of pen to paper.

The pre-sale hype has been been proclaimed with many trumpets and much hullabaloo. The far-left elitist talk shows have lined themselves up to slobber and pant over the golden boy. And Slick Willie's fan club stood in long lines to perhaps purchase a first edition copy of our former President, apparently short on policy and long on the personal.

Isn't this something every former president wants to be remembered for, loving one’s self? 'Tis, sad but true, our former president has completed his task of making America look at her own reflection, of what she is quickly becoming, the people of self gratification-just because they can. The baby boomer generation, is a generation filled with many self-serving, self-centered, gratify me now, brats. Clinton was their leader.

Surely the children of the W.W. II parents cannot really be left holding all the blame. Dads came back from a horrid war with Japan, and fought bloody battles against Nazism. Many of the stalwart parents who loved this country never wanted their children to grow up knowing hunger, destitution, or being without. They showered their children with all they could give them, at times working several jobs, so that their offspring could have a better life.

But when a generation is raised being given too much, and not learning the pleasure of self-sacrifice and self-reliance, someone like Bill Clinton is produced and in turn he is a reflection of how many of us behave today. Clinton even admits in his book that he had sex with Monica Lewinsky because he could. How much more self-centered can one be?

We have CEO's, Senators, Congressmen, Lawyers, Doctors, Hollywood Stars, Garbage Collectors, and the list goes on-having extra marital affairs, just because they can. Really Clinton is no different than those Americans who have become self-seeking. Clinton just got caught with cigar in hand. We know it wasn't Clinton's first or last tryst. For many self-absorbed people, their need for power, self-gratification and ego boosting doesn't end with a book called, My Life or your life or anyone else's life.

A memoir is just a psychological release. Clinton, the bad little boy who got caught, says he's sorry. Sorry he got caught perhaps, but was he sorry for the acts? The night he says he told Hillary of the Lewinsky affair, Clinton states that Hillary kicked him out onto the 'couch for a month.' Somehow I believe Clinton had a permanent couch everywhere they've ever lived.

When Clinton was quoted as saying, "I have no idea if this is a great book, but it's a pretty good story," that may have been the first time he was actually telling the truth. His life, from his view, is a pretty good story and by definition, My Life, is a Grimm Brothers Fairy Tale, with a fractured spin.

Kerry L. Marsala writes for Opinion Editorals, The Rant, Arizona Conservative, Independent Newspapers, Canada Free Press, Canadian Free Press, Alberta Weekly, Washington Dispatch, The Bust, Asst. Editor GOPUSA.com/arizona, and many more publications.