Berger-larized
Sure Sandy, we believe you. You just happened to inadvertently stick classified documents in your pockets. On, not one, but two occasions. And not just any documents, but one's that pertained to your tenure as the head honcho of National Security. Documents that would make you and your boss, the Clinton formerly known as President, look mighty ineffective or perhaps derelict in the war on terror.
I'm sure it could happen to the best of us. We go into a building housing state secrets, with security warnings plastered all over the walls, with armed security guards reminding us of the nature of the data stored therein and the rules of admittance explained to us in detail before we enter and we stick a few documents stamped "SECRET" in our pants. I can see it. While serving on the Grand Jury I used to get home with Legal Writs and Criminal Complaints stuffed like kleenex in my trousers. I just could not remember to stop picking that stuff up and putting it in my pants. Funny thing too because most of it was transcribed on "legal" sized paper and was quite bulky. I just didn't notice it until it was reported missing by the authorities. Funny how that works.
Sure Sandy, we believe you. You just happened to inadvertently stick classified documents in your pockets. On, not one, but two occasions. And not just any documents, but one's that pertained to your tenure as the head honcho of National Security. Documents that would make you and your boss, the Clinton formerly known as President, look mighty ineffective or perhaps derelict in the war on terror.
I'm sure it could happen to the best of us. We go into a building housing state secrets, with security warnings plastered all over the walls, with armed security guards reminding us of the nature of the data stored therein and the rules of admittance explained to us in detail before we enter and we stick a few documents stamped "SECRET" in our pants. I can see it. While serving on the Grand Jury I used to get home with Legal Writs and Criminal Complaints stuffed like kleenex in my trousers. I just could not remember to stop picking that stuff up and putting it in my pants. Funny thing too because most of it was transcribed on "legal" sized paper and was quite bulky. I just didn't notice it until it was reported missing by the authorities. Funny how that works.
