From The Clinton Presidential Library Dedication Ceremony

Lance Turner blogs after enduring today’s rainy Clinton Presidential Library dedication ceremony:

Okay – so we crapped out about halfway through the Clinton Presidential Library dedication ceremony. Our liveblogging hopes dashed by the intensifying rain, we packed up our waterlogged iBook and stood near the press barrier, craning our necks to see Dubya, the X-Presidents and one-half of U2 unfurl a modified version of the Beatles’ “Rain,” “Sunday Bloody Sunday” and “The Hands That Built America.” Through the drizzle we pondered whether this was the opening of a presidential library or a modern-day version of Noah’s Ark, and whether we would soon be ushered, two by two, on board to set sail down the Arkansas River.

Of the presidential speeches, George H.W. Bush’s was perhaps the most entertaining, with the 41st president making jokes about having been defeated by Clinton (“the Sam Walton of national retail politics”) and how, yes, he hates debates. U.S. Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton’s introduction of her husband was mercifully short. And Bill Clinton was eloquent in his usual display of Clintonionism, talking about how he made politics personal by thinking about the people his policies affected. And he waxed philosophical about the role of a president:

“I believe the job of a president is to understand and explain the time in which he serves, to set forth a vision of where we need to go and a strategy of how to get there, and then to pursue it with all his mind and heart.”

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Our resident "Bob" (pictured here through the lens of photographer Jason DeFillippo) is in love with a woman who talks to animals. He has a fondness for belting out songs about seafaring and whiskey (arguably inappropriate in most social situations). He's arm-wrestled robots and won. He was born in a lighthouse on the storm-tossed shores of an island that has since been washed away and forgotten, so he's technically a citizen of nowhere. He's never killed in anger. He once underwent therapy for having an alien in his face, but he assures us that he's now feeling "much better." Fogarty also claims that he was once marooned along a tiny archipelago and survived for months using only his wits and a machete, but we find that a little hard to believe.