Look, I don’t know what it’s like to be Bill Clinton’s kid. I mean, if you grow up with the Clintons as your parents, to turn out even remotely normal, as Chelsea Clinton appears to have done, is remarkable. But see, if Chelsea Clinton is a functioning human being with a normal job and a healthy marriage, who can keep pets and plants alive for more than a few days, then it’s likely that it’s not so much because of her parents as it is in spite of her parents, who are, quite clearly, sort of lunatics.
But given that they awarded John Edwards Father of the Year in 2007, around the time he and his campaign photographer mistress were conceiving their illegitimate child out of the prying eyes of his terminal cancer-stricken wife, the standards for this particular award can’t possibly be very high.
Former President Bill Clinton is getting props for being a good dad.
Clinton was named the “Father of the Year” by the National Father’s Day Council on Wednesday.
The group selected Clinton for his “profound generosity, leadership and tireless dedication to both his public office and many philanthropic organizations,” Dan Orwig, chairman of the National Father’s Day Committee, said in the announcement.
The award will be presented at a luncheon in June.
Weirdly, Clinton’s “profound generosity, leadership and tireless dedication” has almost nothing to do with his capacity to raise children who have the ability to function normally in polite society, and neither is his ability to write large checks to major non-profit organization. But, you know. This isn’t really about being a father.


Emily wrote, “….who can keep pets and plants alive for more than a few days…”
You too funny.
Are you writing a novel ?
You should be.
Let your pets and plants (and husband—if he can’t work a microwave oven, that is) DIE, and devote ALL of your free time to writing a novel.
I love pets and plants, so it is with great reservation that I say you should allow yours to die, but it is imperative to the future of the free world. That is because any novel you would write would not only inherently be of Randian or Vince Flynnian importance to the future of the free world, but it would probably also be rhapsodically funny.
Whatever the opposite of Gershwin’s ‘Rhapsody in Blue’ would be, that would be your novel.
What color is funny, by the way ?