What the frick are you people talking about?!? This has absolutely nothing to do with JOHN ASHCROFT = BAD, AL GORE = GOOD! Get with the program!

Bill Clinton! Now THERE'S a man who liked his women like he liked his chocolate donuts.......

Between Clinton and Geraldo Rivera, anytime any attractive woman under the age of sixty comes into view, get outta the way, because whether the woman likes it or not, she's just a piece of meat for the taking in their eyes and ready for convenient conquest and throwaway.

.....and to think, all of that predates the 'Anything Goes' era of Bill Clinton, who promised us that famous 'Bridge to the 21st Century'. Little did America know at the time that the bridge would be constructed of lies and deception and covered in a thick slippery surface of presidential jizz.

It's not really a surprise to anyone close to Hollywood that Robert Wagner feels as home in a male anus as a gerbil feels inside Richard Gere. As far as murders go, no crime goes unrewarded in spades out there. There won't be any prosecution in that case. Money talks, not to mention sexual favors.

The problem was: that night Robert Wagner was exploring Christopher Walken's derriere and vice versa. There was some serious spelunking going on, if you know what I mean. This wasn't the first time Wagner was familiar with a male poop chute. Supposedly, Ms. Wood wasn't all warm and woozy about this and had to be taken care of.

The Christopher Walken link is quite insightful. When you see and hear all those links assembled in one place, it's very easy to picture Natalie Wood's final moments on Earth, when you consider that Christopher Walken was the maniacal goon that Robert Wagner took out in the boat that day to take care of his missus.

Living vicariously through Natalie Wood's perspective, the mental image of Christopher Walken's face being the last thing you see on this Earth as he holds your head down in the water until you drown is indeed a scary one, but that is one crazy dangerous fucker whose popularity currency only goes up in value the crazier and more vacant the fucker acts. If there was any justice in this world, that well-hushed "accident" case would be reopened as a murder and that dude would be doing some jail time to go with his fuckwit phrases. But then again, remember O.J.? There'd be some new Walken phrases for the soundboard then too, mostly vowel sounds, as some enormous "spiritual" Negro cellmate introduced him to his frustrated long-confined love shaft. Bet Walken wouldn't be such a tough-acting crazy piece of mental meat then!