From Mark Steyn
And here’s where I have some sympathy with Sandy Berger and his overloaded pants. By his own words, he’s guilty of acts that any other American would go to jail for. He “inadvertently” shoved 30-page classified documents down his pants and then “inadvertently” lost them at home and then “inadvertently” returned to the National Archives to “inadvertently” take another draft of the same 30-page document and “inadvertently” lost that, too. He “inadvertently” made forbidden cell phone calls from the room with the classified documents, and he “inadvertently” took more suspicious bathroom breaks while in the Archives than that Syrian band took on that L.A. flight that was in the news last week. If the former national security adviser has an incontinence problem, that at least explains where he was during the ’90s when Osama bin Laden was growing bolder and bolder on his watch.
in fairness to Clinton, most of the American people were happy to string along on an eight-year holiday from history. There’s nothing Sandy Berger can pack down his gusset that can change that, and all the rest is details.
What matters is where we’re headed, not where we were. And, in that respect, John Kerry is still looking through the rear window. Not so much because of his remarkably poor choice of advisers — Joe Wilson (the Politics Of Truth fraud), Max Cleland (with his schoolyard cries of “Liar, liar!”) and Sandy Berger (with his pants on fire) — but because Kerry’s prescriptions (the U.N., the French) are so Sept. 10. A holiday from history is one thing. The Democrats are now embarked on a holiday from reality.