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Since you asked:

There is a scene from a documentary made about the 1992 Bill Clinton presidential campaign that really summed up the entire Clinton gang for me. 

(To be politically correct here (read: cowardly) this is a condemnation of neither liberals nor democrats. This is about the Clintons which I consider a different breed)

At the time, the presidential campaign was really rolling and it was looking like Bill Clinton - primarily thanks to Ross Perot -  was going to win. 

The camera focuses on two of the masterminds of the Clinton campaign, James Carville (the King of snakes) and George Stephanopoulos, walking and talking down a busy city street. Probably Washington. Maybe New York. Boston. It doesn't matter. 

What made it so memorable was not the street, it was the world-class level of self-congratulating and log-rolling they were giving each other. It was a next level mutual jirkle-serk. Like witnessing a horrible accident, it was tough to watch, but it was even tougher to look away. 

“No, you, as hard as it is for me to admit, you are even more of a genius than me.”

“Don’t be silly, yes, I am a genius, true enough, but you are even more of a genius.” 

They finally decided to agree that their wildly talented gifts were tantamount to an act of god because, through their combined genius, Bill Clinton will be allowed to finally help the little guy. (Stephanopoulos calling anyone a little guy is memorable enough)  

It was the little guy, the common man, the down-trodden, they both agreed, who was at long lost going to benefit the most from their, Carville and George S’s, collective brilliance. 

Just then, they both open the door to a bar, walk in and slam the door in the face of some poor schmuck in back of them.