Who's Yo' Mama?

I keep reading "reviews" and commentary on Hillary Clinton's new book where she talks about, among other things perhaps, her reaction to her husband's soiling an intern's dress with "presidue" (thank you for that term, Bill Maher) in exchange for a pizza and a couple cigars. (Hillary was pissed for a couple days, then got past it. Make-up sex is the best, they say.)

Here's what's really hilarious about the whole thing:
- 10% of the people who buy that book will be Hillary fans, and can't wait to read every word.
- 30% will be professional purchases, like for libraries and reviewers.
- 1% will be people who buy it as a gag gift for their wingnut friends, just to see that look on their face.
- And 59% will be the army of Hillary-haters who can't wait to read every word.

Ain't it rich that those who hate the woman so much are going to be the primary contributors to this book's sales?

(By the way, one of my favorite accidental jokes arising from the Clinton administration is that his campaign theme was, "Don't Stop". Foreshadowing, ya think?)

Hee hee.