Smith appears on the cover of the December 1998 issue of Rolling Stone magazine. He talks about politics, conspiracy, and cruel comedy.
Yeah, but the president sitting and gracefully fielding bizarre questions from intellectually barren inquisitors who talked to him as if he were Joe off the street? ‘Hey, man, that’s the president. Rephrase your fucking question.’ The president should be exempt from having to answer questions from some dickhead prosecutor about a cigar.