Count me among the millions and millions of people around the world who are ticked off at Bill Clinton — and Hillary, too, for that matter.
I am angry because, wonder of wonders, I was not invited to the wedding of Chelsea Clinton and Marc Somebody, who tied the knot slightly north of New York City in the bucolic town of Rheinbeck on the evening of July 31.
I can't believe it. No, I am not exactly close to the Clinton family. I've never even met Chelsea, though by all accounts she seems like a fine young woman, or Hillary, who is working admirably to save the world for democracy — and her inevitable push for the White House.
But Bill is another story. We've met, you see. It was in early 2001. He had just left office and was in the process of trying to unseat Warren Buffett in the Forbes list of wealthiest Americans by running around the United States and giving pricey speeches to anybody who could write a big check.
Bill was appearing in midtown Manhattan as the special guest speaker at a function held by a Wall Street investment banking firm. Since it was close by and there was nothing better to watch on the tube, I showed up.
As soon as Clinton finished his remarks and had stopped taking questions from the audience, I and a bunch of other star-struck journalists raced down to the front of the hall to try to get a private q/a with The Man.
Clinton had no fear. It apparently never occurred to him that he was placing himself in some sort of jeopardy by allowing a group of strangers to get so close.
I asked one of the Secret Service guys if it bothered him to see the former president engaging in this kind of conduct and he nodded knowingly and muttered: "He drives us CRAZY!"
Then the G-man shrugged as if to add the obvious: But can you do?
Clinton shook our hands and answered our questions. Actually, after a while, he began to resemble John Belushi's "SNL" character, "The Thing That Wouldn't Leave."
Finally, one of the reporters called out, "Hey, Bill, we're going across the street for beers. Wanna join us?" For a split second, I thought Clinton, who was weighing the offer, might glance at his watch and shrug, "OK, a quick one — but you're buying, right?"
Instead, he laughed and said, "Sorry, I have to get back to work."
The point is that I shook Bill's hand and worked in a question about whether Colin Powell would play a role in the Dubya administration. Bill and I were tight for a moment or two, right?
And yet, I get snubbed and can't share in the biggest moment of his post-White House life!
OK, Bill, I can see where I stand.
Jon Friedman writes the Media Web column for MarketWatch.com. Click here to read his latest column.
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