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...scandal-plagued President Warren Harding to a friend: "Harding was not a bad man, he was just a slob." For six years, Bill Clinton's countrymen have thought that for all his messiness and melodrama, he was a basically good fellow, our Bubba, our flawed and favored good ole boy. But after this speech, with its sullen anger and trimming, a chord may have been broken, an estrangement begun. Something tells me "He's not a slob, he's a bad man" is on the way, which will be especially wounding for one who so needily gulps the people...
...that was not appropriate. In fact, it was wrong." So it has always gone with Clinton. He is the spiritual leader of the people, driven by compassion and graced with charm and a common touch unknown in the presidency for decades. And he is also the lusty, leering bad ole boy who sweats and groans on the national church floor after services, and who soils other people's clothing...
...spent time and worked with Roy many times after that. Once, when Roy was a guest in our Nashville home, he came with me to the Grand Ole Opry. I was playing on Roy Acuff's spot, and after a song, I said, "Mr. Acuff, you don't know what's about to happen, but I'm going to introduce someone--Mr. Roy Rogers." The audience stood for a minute and a half. The chill factor was high. Everyone I've met who knew this man has spoken only words of praise. I think who he was, offscreen as well...
With his Bruce Jenner hair and gummy Donny Osmond grin, Edwards presents a striking contrast to Faircloth, whose jowly awkwardness in the spotlight is part of his appeal--but can also make him seem a throwback to a waning, good-ole-boy era in North Carolina politics. As usual, and for good reason, the Edwards-Faircloth contest is being cast as a battle between rural conservatives and a new North Carolina, the one centered on Charlotte, the state's thriving financial center, and booming Research Triangle Park, a high-tech enclave that encompasses Raleigh, Durham and Chapel Hill...
...that sense, our interaction that night wasn't an attempt really to regress towards adolescence. Nor was it an attempt to fight the inevitable. Rather, it was our way of telling each other that we still held those "good ole' days" close to our hearts. In our own unique way, we were paying tribute to a friendship by re-enacting its most memorable aspect...