James Wolcott shares his fondest Fitzmas wishes:
So, imagine you're Scooter Libby awaiting the word from the grand jury.Dare we dream?
Are you going to be the fall guy, the patsy, the designated chump bearing the cross of blame while Rove plays the part of injured bystander? Are you happy at the prospect that your name may soon be a national joke on the lips of every late-nite comedian? Are you going to ignore the humiliation of being hung out to dry by your colleagues and hold your head high in silent stoic resolve?
See, I'm imaging that if I'm Scooter Libby, I might be thinking that Karl and his crew overplayed their hand making me the leper, and maybe I've got some things of my own to divulge, and if I go down, maybe I won't be going down alone.
They're not going to pin this all on me.
1 comments:
Scooter has been a force on pre-emption, and like a shy-sharp dog strikes out at those who disagree with him. The time has come for the Neocon liars to return to their lairs.
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