More like “dead joke”. Ms. Clinton is making a (HOPEFULLY!) futile attempt to relate to the average voting lad and lass, the comon folk who would potentially usher in yet another democratic presidency, quite possibly sealing the fate of these United States under yet another monarch. Her interview where she made the comment that upon the end of President Clinton’s second term they were dead broke does not even scratch the surface of what they had the capacity to achieve.
They left 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue with a mountain of debt, true…mostly legal bills from a dalliance or two…or three….no matter. With various sources of revenue, they were in the black within the year.
Poilitifact states as their closing statement on this article: “A few weeks before they left the White House, the Clintons were able to muster a cash down payment of $855,000 and secure a $1.995 million mortgage. This hardly fits the common meaning of “dead broke.”
Le’me tell ya about “dead broke” (as the wavy flashback lines take over your computer….)
1995, I was separated from my now ex-wife, the kids were living with her at her parents’ place and due to getting vacation pay from my 2 CONCURRENT jobs as well as a huge advance from 2 foreign flight students I made a FAT bank deposit. That translated into a support payment that was—-well, my paycheck was $200 afterwards. MY lawyer thought HALF would be fair for his cut. I canned him and did it myself. Could not afford rent, groceries or other necessities. I spent every dime on the kids when we visited on the weekends. I lived out of the condiment trays in the E/R.
A co-worker, our Chief Pilot, lived on a sailboat in the marina (a Coronado 27 for fans). His bud lived on a Catalina 27 with his dog. Doug told me to buy a boat. After some back and forth “are you out of your vulcan mind?” kind of stuff I got an advance on flight instruction from one of my other students and bought a Ranger 26 from a guy who was paying slip fees for two boats…That cost me 800 bones. Slip fees with water, power, shower and laundry were $225 monthly so my living expenses matched my income almost exactly (funny how that works?).
This lasted for about 4 months and when I tell you I had a BLAST, you gotta believe it. Imagine, living in a marina, a stones throw from the Pacific….what the deuce? Let me add a map! Beautiful skyscapes, minutes to the ocean, watching TV with rabbit ears (coat hangar) while the rain fell on the hull….and anyone who wanted to go for a sail just brought me groceries from the local Von’s (chicken, wedge fries and a root beer were my faves).
We sculled out of the slip (motor? who needed it?), sailed into the ocean, drifted and listened to music or just chilled while waiting for the wind to become onshore at about 1300 (just after local apparent noon) and by 1500 my guests were gone with a wonderful memory and I still had vittles. Life was actually good because I took sage advice from a friend, never got discouraged and made the proverbial lemonade from the lemons.
SO, when anyone tells you how poor they were ask them if they ever lived in their car as my buddy BOB did or on a fixer upper sailboat that I had to take across the marina to pump out the commode holding tank.