During the entire Bill Clinton investigation, I was totally sure that if Ken Starr walked by me, I would involuntarily stick out my foot and trip that sumbitch.  I had that involuntary accidental event planned down to the inch.

Next, he bounced up as Chancellor of Baylor University in Waco, home of the pious Baptist, where he did diddle squat when female students reported that they were being raped by members of Baylor’s first winning football team in decades. After all, they did just build a $266 million dollar stadium in 2014 and they needed to pay it off.  The Board of Regents asked him to leave when it began to look like they were going to get sued to hell and back.

Starr stood back from the limelight when he was very quietly one of the lawyers who cut the sweetheart deal for Jeffrey Epstein. Starr didn’t get a lot of public attention but I’m sure he got a boatload of money.

Epstein’s advocates included the famed Harvard law professor Alan Dershowitz and former U.S. Solicitor General Ken Starr, best known for his role as the independent counsel in the Whitewater investigation, which eventually led to the impeachment of former President Bill Clinton.

And the last time we heard from him, he was on Donald Trump’s impeachment team.

Doesn’t it seem like hoochy-koochy just follows this guy around?

But it just got worse and you need to warm-up your trippin’ foot.  Judi Hershman just let the cat out of the bag.  Starr is going to hell. Not for screwing around, mind you, but for the greater sin of being a damn hypocrite. I’m sure she’s got a blue dress to prove it.

He’s a punk, y’all.