Clintoniana: His Pen Was Kind of Small, Actually...

After the wacked-out protestors, the security guards, and the self-important idiots on their lunch break, what are you supposed to say when you finally come face to face with Bill Clinton, stainer of dresses, destroyer of young girls' hearts? Our Operative for Literary Wonkery finds out the hard way at Politics and Prose.

I did indeed get my copy of "My Life" signed by one Mr. Bill Clinton Tuesday.


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