JUST B COS

You gotta hand it to Bill Cosby. America's favorite funnyman really lucked out when he married Camille Olivia Hanks in 1964. Camille, you see, is the living definition of an understanding wife. For over a half century, she's been good with her husband being on the road for long stretches, playing nightclubs, appearing on TV, and having unlimited, drug-fueled sex with other women:

Last week’s revelation that Cosby admitted during a deposition that he intended to ply women with Quaaludes before bedding them barely fazed Camille Cosby, the ­insiders told The Post.

“Camille still doesn’t believe that Bill provided drugs and had sex with women without their consent,” said a source employed by the Cosby family. “She’s well aware of his cheating, but she doesn’t believe that her husband is a rapist.”

When not handling her husband's fortune,
Camille doubles as a Star Trek alien.

This is the kind of "I don't believe it" response that tobacco executives give to Congress when asked if smoking causes cancer. It's not like saying, "It isn't true," which would be considered by most people to be perjury. Rather, it's another version of, "I'm not derailing this gravy train." 

Camille Cosby, you see, is her husband's business manager. And she's not about to let her share of his $400-million net worth go the way of the Confederate flag. 

Early on, Cosby
realized drugs would
be less obvious.

Cosby's deposition was given in 2005 for an incident that happened a year earlier. The former Jell-O Pudding shill fought to keep it under wraps because, according to his mouthpiece, its revelations would prove to be "embarrassing." 

Cos must have a far different threshold of pride than me, because if word got out that I was a sociopath who drugged and raped women, I'd feel closer to suicidal. We must remember, though, that Cosby's point of view was probably created when he was a regular guest at the Playboy Mansion in the '70s -- a time when Hugh Hefner admitted referring to Quaaludes as "thigh-openers." To quote Fat Albert, "Hey, hey, hey!"

As with her husband, Camille has defenders: 

Rev. Carl Dianda, the couple’s longtime spiritual adviser who presided over their marriage 51 years ago, told The Post his “heart breaks” for her.

“She made so many sacrifices for him to have a career.”

There's no mention if the good reverend's heart breaks for the dozens -- hundreds? thousands? -- of women whom Cosby drugged and raped during two different centuries. Nor does he explain just exactly what "sacrifices" Mrs. Cosby made. Pride? Self-respect? Small change compared to the almost half-a-billion smackers they're sitting on, amirite? 

But it's not like she doesn't have feelings:

[Camille] said every so often the couple goes through an “evaluation period” to determine whether the marriage should continue. “She even once talked to Oprah Winfrey about cleansing herself of baggage every now and again and how it always seems to lead her back to staying with Bill."

Or as Deep Throat advised Woodward and Bernstein, "Follow the money."

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