In the meantime, while surrogate Wolfson is running around busting kneecaps, Hillary, smilingly, waves to the crowds and opines against the “politics of personal destruction.” She’s an expert on it. She was among the first to hire private detectives to dig up dirt on women who had been linked to Bill, on Linda Tripp, on other Clinton accusers, and on virtually anyone else who stood in the way of her ambitions for her husband.
Hillary and Wolfson are a match made in heaven. After decades of being Bill Clinton’s designated attack dog, Hillary needed one of her own. And she picked a natural in Howard Wolfson. She’s the good cop to his bad cop. His Darth Vadar, unsmiling countenance sends chills down the spines of the American public. But his glare complements Hillary’s grin and makes it unnecessary for the former First Lady to bare her own fangs, except to smile.