“Don’t look at me; look at her,” snapped former Reagan flack…
Jerusalem-On-The-Brazos – Ken Starr, former Chancellor and President of Baylor University, former Solicitor General of the United States of America, former U.S. District Judge, former Whitewater Special Prosecutor, and law professor at Baylor Law, fumbled with the facts of what he knew and when he knew it until an exasperated “crisis management” consultant from Tinseltown who once served as Reagan’s media relations director corrected him on camera in a very humiliating fashion.
Merrie Spaeth, a hard-as-nails neoconservative barracuda with a background playing an ingenue in motion picture comedies, interrupted an interview by the home town CBS outlet when he said he may have seen an e-mail from a rape victim during his tenure.
Like Mrs. Nancy Reagan, she is a graduate of Smith College.
The duo left the room. When they returned, Spaeth asked the KWTX news director to omit that part of the interview. He said no.
At that point, she asked to have the question asked again because, she said, “I just want to make sure it doesn’t get mis-edited.” Starr answered by saying he had no knowledge of the e-mail, that the office of the President of Baylor gets a lot of e-mails, and he never saw them.
Above is the exclusive interview he gave ESPN earlier in which he said he would resign “as a matter of conscience.”
Much of Starr’s multi-million dollar investigation of the Clintons’ involvement with their “ill-fated” investment in an Arkansas real estate development named Whitewater involved what the President knew, and when he knew it.
Good question. It’s the same one so seriously probed in the investigation of the President’s involvement with the Iran-Contra scandal with which critics skewered an increasingly demented Reagan during extensive hearings in 1987.
Slick Willie didn’t resign. The U.S. Congress narrowly rejected his prosecution for “high crimes and misdemeanors,” though he made a mess of Monica Lewinsky’s dress and took a beating for being a serial womanizer.
So it goes.
Po-ta-weet!