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| 4 August 1992 |
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| Cheryl B. Horton Criminal District Court, Section "A" 2700 Tulane Ave. New Orleans, LA 70118 |
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| Re: Current Events |
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| Dear Cheri: |
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| KINDER AND GENTLER CAMPAIGN |
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Chess is a complicated game which requires much forethought: If I move there, he'll do that, then I can move there and take his rook, but he can then take my bishop and a pawn by sacrificing his bishop, so I should go for it.
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| Stategy and gamesmanship of this sort provide handsome election-year incomes for campaign consultants. At times, however, the game seems more akin to the "Who's on first?" routine than an intricate board-game. |
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| Bush is trying to overcome a deficit in the polls which is beginning to rival the national budgetary shortfall. He has started a flurry of campaign appearances and speeches. Risking the rancor of Barbara, he cut a vacation from his agenda to tackle the campaign trail. Four years ago he was sorely criticized as a dirty fighter because of the Willie Horton business. (More reproachable than the ads was Bush's assertion that the dastardly tactic was the brainchild of an independent organization unconnected with the GOP or his campaign). This time around he has promised to keep the campaign "out of the sleaze business."
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| Has anything really changed? |
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| Mary Matalin, deputy manager of the Bush campaign, authored and issued a news release over the weekend which has been kindly referred to as sophomoric and, by others, more accurately as stupid. The release lamblasted the Clinton camp by asking 22 questions comparing the two campaigns. The last question asked which candidate had to use "private investigators to fend off bimbo eruptions?" In it, Bill was "Slick Willie," and it concluded, "We respectfully request you and your fellow Democrat sniveling hypocrites read our lips: Shut up and sit down so we can get back to more highlights of the Clinton record."
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| Reading the accounts, I couldn't shake from my noggin the question: Was it St. Helena or some other more obscure vent in the earth's crust from which this bimbo was spewed? But she's supposed to be a sharp cookie (no chauvinism intended). Well, then I start wondering: Maybe she and George play chess together at Camp David.
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| Quicker than you can say checkmate, Bush demanded that she apologize and reaffirmed his position -- read his lips, no more sleaze. The analogy can be advanced that Matalin, like the group that used the Willie Horton incident in '88, is a foot soldier slinging slime for the Commander-in-Chief while allowing him "deniability" as they say in D.C.
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| About the time I reckon I've got the moves figured out, I learn that Mary Matalin plays footsy, and probably chess, with James Carville, one of Clinton's chief strategists! Whoa! This has more permutations than the Louisiana lottery.
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| Is this Willie Horton revisited? Is Mary Matalin a bimbo or chess- master? Is it a grand strategy of Clinton's Carville born of pilow-talk? Who's on first?
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| THE LIVING ARTS |
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| "THE CALLER" |
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| hello...hello. |
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| HI. |
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| who is this? who do you want? |
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| I WANT YOU, DEBRA. |
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| is this a joke? who is this? |
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| THIS IS NO JOKE, DEBRA. |
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| who are you? how do you know my name? |
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| I SAW YOU LAST WEEK AT THE A & P. I WAS RIGHT BEHIND YOU IN LINE. YOU DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE ME. I GOT YOUR NAME AND ADDRESS OFF THE CHECK YOU WERE WRITING IN LINE. I'M GOOD AT READING OVER PEOPLE'S SHOULDERS. LAST NIGHT I FOLLOWED YOU HOME FROM WORK AND STOOD OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW FOR A LONG TIME. I WATCHED YOU UNDRESS AND WHEN YOU CAME OUT OF THE SHOWER, I WATCHED YOU PUT ON YOUR BABY POWDER. I LOVE YOUR BREASTS, DEBRA, ESPECIALLY THEM. I WANTED TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU RIGHT THEN, DEBRA. |
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| if you don't stop this i'll hang up and call the police. who is this? |
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| I'M GLAD I GOT THE NERVE TO FINALLY CALL AND TALK TO YOU, DEBRA. I LOVE YOUR VOICE. IT MAKES ME LOVE YOU EVEN MORE. I WOULD LIKE TO COME OVER RIGHT NOW AND MAKE LONG SLOW LOVE TO YOU AND TEACH YOU HOW TO MAKE LOVE TO ME. |
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| i'm hanging up now and calling the police. |
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| I'D LIKE TO PUT YOUR BABY POWDER ON FOR YOU RIGHT NOW, DEBRA, AND THEN SHOW YOU WHAT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD. BUT DON'T WORRY, I WON'T COME OVER TONIGHT. I KNOW YOU'RE PROBABLY UPSET BECAUSE I'M NEW. I'LL WAIT A FEW NIGHTS UNTIL YOU'VE HAD A CHANCE TO CALM DOWN. THEN I'LL COME OVER. I'LL SURPRISE YOU. GOODNIGHT, DEBRA. |
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| More Later, |
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| David J. L'Hoste |
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| DJL/djl |
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| P.S. Enclosed are selected readings, some requested, others of interest. |