I saw this yesterday, but didn’t want to sully the site with news of this repellent scoundrel on the 4th. Get ready to gag up your breakfasts if you haven’t seen this incredible story yet:

DAVENPORT, Iowa, July 3 — Former President Bill Clinton criticized President Bush on Tuesday for commuting the prison sentence of I. Lewis Libby Jr. and tried to draw a distinction from his own controversial pardons.

In Iowa to promote the presidential candidacy of his wife, Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton of New York, Mr. Clinton was asked by a radio host, David Yepsen, “You had some controversial pardons during your presidency; what’s your reaction to what President Bush did?”

“Yeah, but I think the facts were different,” Mr. Clinton said. “I think there are guidelines for what happens when somebody is convicted. You’ve got to understand, this is consistent with their philosophy; they believe that they should be able to do what they want to do, and that the law is a minor obstacle.”

Said the man who pardoned 16 FALN terrorists. And the absolutely disgusting, ethically-depraved NYT, based in one of the cities where those terrorists and their pals set off bombs and killed Americans, can’t even deign to mention it, grudgingly acknowledging instead the Marc Rich pardon — which, lord knows, is certainly bad enough. But it’s a pitiful and obvious attempt to distract from the larger offense, you can be sure. Even the Clinton-fellating hacks at the Times can’t have forgotten so quickly.

Y’know, the cretin’s carnival surrounding the Libby sentence reduction just about says it all, really, about where we are in our struggle against Islamist terrorism — and it explains why we’re losing, too, at least in part. Especially now that our National Nightmare has put his grossly-overvalued two cents in.

Here we have a ghastly swine of a former President, a man who is not only an indelible stain on the posterity of the office he once unfortunately held but a living, breathing affront to the very concept of integrity as a fundamental characteristic of human nature. This is a man who witnessed his country attacked by Muslim terrorists again and again and again throughout his grubby tenure in office, and responded to the call of his sworn duty to defend the nation by shrugging his shoulders, insincerely mouthing for the TV cameras a few threats and platitudes that even the office janitor’s fourth-grade daughter’s cat must’ve known were cynically hollow, and then getting back to the real “business of the American people” by bustling off to the White House secretarial pool or the Oval Office bathroom for another gratifying round of pin-the-tail-on-the-intern.

If Jimmeh Peanut’s hapless, weak-willed, almost effeminate vacillation is most responsible — after most of the Muslim world and the terrorists themselves, of course — for allowing crazed Islamofascist fundamentalism to take root and flourish, Clinton’s feckless insouciance is most responsible for allowing it to strengthen to its current influence. And here he is, attacking the current President on an unrelated non-issue, and one that falls perfectly within the purview of the legal and proper execution of the office of President, instead of doing his contrite best to atone for his many crimes-by-omission or -abdication by shamefacedly shutting the hell up for the rest of his worthless life and sparing us the vexation of having to sort out the lies from the half-truths in his every least utterance.

In other words, he’s still playing partisan gotcha games and ignoring real threats to America, fiddling while the world burns. Not that it’s anything but an unedifying footnote, of course, to anyone but him and the starry-eyed underling he’s sexually harassing, but wonder who’s providing the comforting distraction from reality by blowing him now?

And the so-called “paper of record,” based in the very heart of the American city that has paid the steepest price of all for The Creep’s inability to see the (bulbous) nose on his face because he’s too busy scrutinizing his zipper with a true misogynist’s delight, gives him a pass. Because they want so desperately to see Clinton and his greedy shrew of a business partner back in the Oval Office, they’re willing to play the ostrich game all over again, presumably so the Clintons can work their nefarious magic once more, and restore primacy of place in our national dialogue to the socialist delusion. Presumably, the Clintonistas didn’t fuck us hard enough the first (or second) go-round to suit the foreign-policy geniuses at the NYT.

Hey, maybe during the next Clinton burlesque of an administration, the terrorists will bag the Empire State or the Chrysler Building. Then perhaps The Creep’s disappointment over not having a truly catastrophic terror attack to be remembered by will finally be assuaged somewhat, and the NYT’s progressivist nihilism will be at last fulfilled. Let’s hope so, anyway, lest our major cities start running out of skyscrapers before Team Clinton can assure itself of a less ignominious place in history than the one it currently occupies.

And the citizens of that once-great city? Who, by the way, will — presumably — be doing most of the dying once we install another anti-defense Democrat in the Oral Office, and the usual stripping and demoralization of the military that has become the watchword of all Democrat administrations begins anew, and the Islamists are emboldened by what will amount to a declaration of open season on American urban areas and tourist attractions?

They can’t cheer the shrew and her awful HINO (Husband In Name Only) loudly enough. And they’re just about the only people left in the entire country who actually seem to believe that the Times is still trustworthy, or anything other than a propaganda rag, the house organ of the DNC. Indeed, the only problem they have with either the Gruesome Twosome or the NYT is that neither are anti-American or pro-appeasement enough.

Bryan Preston, in another of his long string of well-written and incisive rhetorical assaults, says:

The perjurer who sold pardons for fun and profit is criticizing Bush for commuting Libby’s sentence. My friends, that kind of chutzpah ought to be bottled up and sold on the market, so pure and potent is it.

Chutzpah indeed. But it oughtn’t be bottled and sold. It ought to be destroyed, blown away by the gale-force power of honest, righteous disdain and a sense of basic decency on the part of all Americans who still give a damn about honoring their national birthright — traits this passel of progressivist gargoyles lack entirely.

If we Bend Over For Bill again, we’ll deserve the fast, hard, tawdry buggering we’ll get.

Again.