Takes One To Know One

by digby

The bloviators are having a lot of fun with this story that Ken Starr is going to be defending the town of Malibu against the paparazzi on behalf of local residents who are living in a fishbowl. They shared some laughs and talked about how Ken Starr is a respected jurist and dean of Pepperdine Law School, the local University. Jack Cafferty, doing his increasingly tiresome curmudgeon act, scolded them about doing unimportant stories. (I’m not kidding.) But nobody brings up the fact that bringing in Ken Starr to defend the right to privacy is like bringing in OJ to testify against spousal abuse.

This, after all, is the guy who put this on the internet on the day it was submitted to congress:

… she and the President kissed. She unbuttoned her jacket; either she unhooked her bra or he lifted her bra up; and he touched her breasts with his hands and mouth. Ms. Lewinsky testified: “I believe he took a phone call . . . and so we moved from the hallway into the back office . . . . [H]e put his hand down my pants and stimulated me manually in the genital area.” While the President continued talking on the phone (Ms. Lewinsky understood that the caller was a Member of Congress or a Senator), she performed oral sex on him. He finished his call, and, a moment later, told Ms. Lewinsky to stop. In her recollection: “I told him that I wanted . . . to complete that. And he said . . . that he needed to wait until he trusted me more. And then I think he made a joke . . . that he hadn’t had that in a long time.”

He and his staff wrote that prurient little narrative and called it a “report” which the highly moral Republicans insisted on being put on the internet on the same day it was submitted. Privacy obviously isn’t something he understands.

The Paparazzi are amateurs compared to him. They simply stake out the front gates of celebrities’ homes and chase them down the highway to get a shot. Starr used the full force of the US government to coerce this sleazy, tabloid story under threat of prison and then gave the details to the entire world to drool and snicker over. He’s the Uber-Pap. Malibu is the perfect place for him.

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