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When you have enough money, you call your son Clinton or Caufield or something stilted enough to create an affect. You also (or so the guys at the Porsche dealership tell me) buy your kid a car he or she should never try to pilot. Of course, this results in great websites.

The pictured vehicle is not a Ferrari. It is the new Audi exotic. Some stupid kid drove and wrecked the thing all the same. I cannot vouch for his name, but I am virtually certain it was not Bill, Barrack, or pray tell something as plain as "John."

The sugar daddy was likely a big contributor to Bill or Hillary's campaign and decided to give his first born by his fifth wife the naming rights. The new wife being of firmness other than mind decided to score still more points, perhaps, with the original political lothario.

It seems recently, however, when the little Clinton screamed for his first car dumb Mommy went out and purchased an Audi instead of a beast from Maranello.

This could be payback.

And yet, it may not last for long. Read "Why Rich Kids Don't Stay Rich."