If Bill Clinton had any responsibility for the death of Vince Foster Ken Starr would have made the most of it. After a five year hunting expedition costing fifty million dollars in which Starr was told to get something, anything on Bill Clinton, all Starr had was a lie in response to a question Starr asked himself, hoping Clinton would lie.The Clinton handlers snickered that the Statute of Limitations precluded charges of rape by Juanita Broadrick and as for the kid barely older than his daughter that he molested in the Oval Office, the media claimed that his sexual adventures were his own business. Top Clinton aid Vince Foster ended up in an obscure civil war park with a bullet in his head and no car keys in his pocket. The media fell all over themselves calling it suicide.
The question was about a consensual affair with a woman past the age of consent who took most of the initiative. That was all Starr had.
With that trivial charge against Clinton Starr absolved Clinton of the serious and bizarre charges against him.
When Starr read his charges against Clinton in Congress, I felt as though I was listening to a prim, prissy school headmaster telling me with detail after boring detail why he was not at all impressed by my artfully constructed excuse for being late to study hall.
Every excuse Christian conservatives invented for hating Bill Clinton is far more true of Donald Trump.