Time wounds all heels..

I want to choose my words carefully here. I want to be sincere.

Chelsea Clinton Mezvinsky has turned out to be a beautiful young lady and she has borne the troubles of her father's and mother's tumultuous public life with quiet dignity. She was married yesterday in a ceremony that was to have reportedly cost $3,000,000 and had a guest list of some very distinguished luminaries from the world of government, politics, business, and other realms where cometh rich-and-famous glitterati.

I am sincerely happy for her and -- not ungrudgingly -- am happy for her parents. Whatever anger, fears, dislikes, and other petty hatreds I harbored for the Clintons for their escapades in the last decade of the last century have evaporated -- at least for one day -- and been replaced by a joy for them and a wish that their lovely daughter will begin a wonderful and happy life with her new main squeeze.

You cannot let the black cloud of resentment hang over your heart on such a wonderful day for such a sweet, young lady. You must move on; you must forgive and forget..

..and you must get down on your knees and give thanks to the Lord God Almighty that the elder Clintons, in all of their questionable wisdom, DID NOT EXTEND AN INVITATION TO BARACK OBAMA IN WHAT MUST BE THE ALL-TIME SNUB OF THIS CENTURY AND THE LAST.

(You just know that The Pantload -- eternal narcissist that he is -- is off in some back room, face buried in a pillow, screaming muffled obscenities at being denied the limelight on this august occasion!)  

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