Sometimes in the literary world and with the advance of internet, the moral interpretation of Aesop’s Fables is lost. The Old Hound should never be blamed for his infirmities nor should a hound be abused by its master for not catching the boar. When the old hound locked eyes with his master, the hound pleaded to the master that it wasn’t his fault. “My spirit was good as ever, but I could not help my infirmities. I’d rather be praised for what I have been than to be blamed for what I am.”
What’s particularly interesting every time a business deal falters or anytime a politician is faced with a disreputable personality is that their belief system corresponds to the notion that they no longer recognize the individual. Sometimes the most logical answer that comes out of their mouth is that they not only know the particular person, but also fail to recognize their existence.
One can not blame business mogul Peter Franklin Paul, a discredited lawyer and cocaine addict, for venting his frustrations against Bill and Hillary Clinton. Paul feels betrayed even by Barbra Streisand who stated, “I don’t know the man.” That’s the problem with Hollywood moguls: when they’re down on their luck they will often cast a very dark shadow on the present world. The real problem with A-List celebrities is that most of the time they carry a mirror until the dust clears and obliterates their shadow.
Paul organized and funded a celebrity-filled gala at a private Brentwood estate in the Hollywood Hills featuring the so-called celebrity elites of our time. The celebrity status gala cost around $2 million and raked in $1 million worth of contributions. Paul, the coke-addict, felt jilted by the Clintons. Why would he choose to sue Bill Clinton for allegedly reneging on a $17 million deal that was supposed to promote Paul’s internet business which caused the collapse of one of his publicly-listed companies?
The answer is straightforward. Bill and Hillary Clinton wanted to separate themselves from Paul’s shady dealings. Who wants a volatile coke addict that loses all reasoning to why he exists listed as a donor to Hillary’s campaign for Senate. Paul’s conventional wisdom relies on reciprocity that allows favoritism to align with his interests in the business world.
Paul stated, “The reason why Hillary did not report it is clear, she vowed she wouldn’t take money from me. How can she report she took more than $1 million from me without admitting she lied to get elected?” He continues, “I signed the checks, yet Hillary’s campaign refuses to disclose that simple fact in its reports, undermining the right of the voters to know the truth.”
It’s hard to believe Hillary Clinton wouldn’t report three-quarters of a million dollars. Perhaps it has to do with Paul’s mind frame that the national senatorial campaign limit is $25,000. Therefore, coke-addict Paul feels he should get the money back or at least be acknowledged as a celebrity kingpin. The problem with Paul is that even though he’s a lawyer, he failed to get something in writing. Without signatures or a contract, who is to say who’s right or wrong in a lawsuit?
His attack on Hillary borders on vengeance and may have to do with his steep decline in the social circles he once coveted in the past. “It has become my penance to warn the American people of the real threat to our republic posed by this power-hungry sociopath,” he mentioned.
When it comes to politicians, maybe the old saying “Lies can’t sell without an atom of truth” describes their type of behavior best. Human nature has a habit of distancing one away from others when one experiences discomfort in the natural order they live in.
This reminds me of one of my girlfriends in the early 90’s: She was in the corporate world and often told me that I had no clue what she had to put up with on a daily basis. Her and her coworkers were working on a contract worth a substantial amount of money. When one of her coworkers jokingly told her that if she knelt she may secure the contract, I told her to think quicker the next time and to tell her coworkers that perhaps they should kneel instead.
The Christmas event was a black tie party and she pleaded for me to wear a tie, I kept my word and refused. We were eating our meal together and her boss came to congratulate her. He put his arm around her and whispered, “Who’s the clown sitting next to you.” She replied, “I don’t know him sir.”
On the way home she looked at me, “I guess your feelings are really hurt?” I told her, “Clowns don’t wear ties.” She was quick on her feet this time, “The clown I will marry will wear a tie”.
And so the clown agreed to wear the tie.