... All Americans, including the President, are entitled to enjoy a private family life, free from public or governmental scrutiny. But the privacy concerns raised in this case are subject to limits ...

... To excuse a party who lied or concealed evidence on the ground that the evidence covered only ''personal'' or ''private'' behavior would frustrate the goals that Congress and the courts have sought to achieve in enacting and interpreting the Nation's sexual harassment laws. That is particularly true when the conduct that is being concealed - sexual relations in the workplace between a high official and a young subordinate employee - itself conflicts with those goals.  Taken from the Starr Report

I am bitter because people don’t know where the lines are anymore.
Bill Clinton is forced to go in front of a national audience and admit that he received blowjobs from an intern in the oval office. Then they want to impeach him for lying about it. With all due respect, you damn right he lied about it. You know why he lied? Because it was none of our damn business. I would only care about how often he got his peter tweaked  if  had been consistently absent at  important meetings on national security because he had some intern under his desk.

Even then the issue is not his cock getting the tender treatment, it is that he missed his appointment. If he had missed his appointment for constipation I would suggest he add more fiber to his diet. How are we, the American public, supposed to use this information regarding his extra martial affairs? So our president has a bad marriage and a gullible intern. How can an issue so personal and so much not our business, become national news on our televisions every single night? Because I say, there aren't any lines anymore.

Why do we stand for it? Think, what if a judge asked YOU how often do you masturbate a week while you were in court paying for a speeding ticket?  My bet is that you wouldn’t tell them the truth.  Now the prosecution’s point behind all of this is that they knew you were going to lie, because they were asking something embarrassing and none of their goddamn business. So now he wants the jury to conclude that if you can lie about jacking off in the morning you can lie about anything. So your testimony can’t be trusted. Not to mention you just committed perjury. Now they want to put you in prison for perjury, right next to Some Adebisi who doing like 80 years for a rash of random decapitations back in 1989, where he would chase down old ladies at Tuesday night BINGO and cut their heads off with a rusty shovel. What is Starr investigating anyway? How many of you even know? Is the fact that he is our president a legitimate excuse for us to know these most intimate details about his personal life or are we at the point where our excuses no longer need to be legitimate? Has the most powerful office in the world been reduced to this now? I think so.

Marv Albert got caught taking it up the rear with a dildo and a hooker. He gets fired. Does his fondness for doing the Greek effect his ability to call the Knicks game? I mean I laughed at him just like the next guy but take away a man’s livelihood because he is kinky. How do these idiots continually miss the point?

Why can’t a person have a life? Why is it that a celebrity must accept that he or she becomes public property and everything about them, once a magazine or newspaper can sell an issue if they are in it? I personally cheered with Gary Coleman punched that lady in the face for scolding on his midget ass for not having a job since 1985. That is a very personal crack she made. I mean the brother is working as a security guard in a shopping mall, which has to be humbling as hell. Listen people, YOU don’t know these people and that means they don’t know you. I don’t care how often you watch their shows; how adorable they were, how many fanzines you purchase, how many posters you have on your bedroom walls, how many times you watched your favorite part, they are just playing characters and there are lines that need not be crossed. It's like those people in Japan who jump off of buildings because their Tomagotchi dies. Here's a hint, replace the batteries, and it plays just like new. I am bitter today because people don’t know the lines. I admit sometimes they can be a bit blurry but taking a giant step back and looking at your motivation always seems to clear them up. Damn people get some shame.