. . . and follows her like a vapor trail.
Former Washington Post and WSJ reporter Ronald Kessler writes in the Daily Mail that FBI files of documents linking Hillary Clinton to the death of Vince Foster have mysteriously disappeared from the National Archives.
Vince Foster served as deputy White House counsel during Bill Clinton’s first term as US President. He is alleged to have committed suicide with a .38 revolver in July of 1993.
On two separate occasions, [Ronald Kessler] visited the National Archives and Records Service in College Park, MD to review the reports generated by FBI agents assigned to investigate the 1993 death of Bill Clinton’s deputy White House counsel.
On the first visit, archivist David Paynter provided the box of records that he said contained the FBI reports of interviews conducted by FBI agents on Foster’s death.
On a second visit, archivist James Mathis provided what he said were those same documents.
While the box contained dozens of FBI reports concerning Foster’s death – including interviews with the medical examiner, U.S. Park Police officers, and White House aides about the contents of Foster’s office – the reports on Hillary’s role in his death were absent.
A more thorough search of all relevant files by a senior archivist
. . . found no interviews by any investigator that detail either a meeting between Hillary Clinton and Vince Foster or the effects of a meeting between Hillary Clinton and Vince Foster on Vince Foster’s state of mind.
Vince Foster was said to have committed suicide following a humiliating dressing-down by Hillary in front of White House aides. But reports at the time raised questions about the scrap of paper alleged to be a suicide note, allegations of a previous affair between Foster and Hillary Clinton, the presence of a second wound to Foster’s neck, the “sanitizing” of Foster’s office by Hillary Clinton and her aides while FBI agents cooled their heels in the hallway, etc., etc., ad nauseum. Whatever the truth about the death of Vince Foster, it was never revealed to the public.
And now even more vestiges of evidence have – *poof* – disappeared.
See that rock marked The Life of Hillary Rodham Clinton? Nudge it with your toe, and a sulfurous fog of corruption crawls, slithers, creeps from underneath.