President of the United States from 1993 to 2001 (born 1946)
William Jefferson "Bill" Clinton (born William Jefferson Blythe III ; 19 August 1946) is an American politician and the 42nd president of the United States of America, and the husband of Hillary Rodham Clinton.
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Birth Name:
William Jefferson Blythe III
Also Known As:
Slick Willie
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The Comeback Kid
Alternative Names:
William Jefferson Clinton
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William Jefferson Blythe
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William J. Clinton
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William Jefferson "Bill" Clinton
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William Clinton
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WJC
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Jenny is leaning forward, wanting more, always wanting me to expound on the details of my military service. Tell them about your tour of duty. Tell them about your time as a POW. Tell them about your injuries, the torture. It was an endless struggle during the campaign, one of the things about me that tested most favorably. If my advisers had their way, it would have been just about the only thing I ever discussed. But I never gave in. Some things you just don’t talk about.
They climb the stairs with the proper tactical approach, securing each staircase with a single soldier — a scout — before the rest of the team proceeds upward. There are blind spots everywhere. Ambush opportunities on each level. Their contact at the front desk has given an all-clear on the stairwells, but he is only as competent as the cameras he monitors.
And all that connectivity makes us more vulnerable to malware and spyware,” I say. “We understand that. But I’m not so concerned, right at the moment, about whether Siri will tell me the weather in Buenos Aires or whether some foreign nation is spying on me through my toaster.” Augie moves about the room, as if lecturing on a large stage to an audience of thousands. “No, no — but I have digressed. More to the point, nearly every sophisticated form of automation, nearly every transaction in the modern world, relies on the Internet. Let me say it like this: we depend on the power grid for electricity, do we not?” “Of course.” “And without electricity? It would be chaos. Why?” He looks at each of us, awaiting an answer. “Because there’s no substitute for electricity,” I say. “Not really.” He points at me. “Correct. Because we are so reliant on something that has no substitute.” “And the same is now true of the Internet,” says Noya, as much to herself as to anyone else.