Peligro Bastardo emails: “It’s Ba-a-a-a-a-ack… The Return of the Son of the ROVEIAN INDICTMENT!” From Truthout:
An indictment first reported by Truthout said to be connected to Special Counsel Patrick Fitzgerald’s Plame investigation remains sealed, and Fitzgerald continues to work on the leak case.
Translation: This just in—Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead.
The indictment, 06 cr 128, was returned by the grand jury hearing evidence in the CIA leak case between May 10 and May 17—right around the time that Truthout reported, based on sources close to the investigation, that Karl Rove had been indicted on charges of perjury and lying to investigators.
Well, actually Truthout reported he’d been indicted on the 12th, if I’m remembering correctly. And given that this story tries to skip over that inconvenient bit of earlier reportage and now revises the time frame to allow them to re-submit 06 cr 128 as a candidate for a sealed Rove indictment (a member of Democratic Enderground! was responsible for debunking Truthout’s earlier claim), I’m not sure how much credence would should be giving them.
However, that indictment remains under seal more than three months after it was filed—an unusually lengthy period of time, according to experts in the field of federal law. The indictment could be dismissed down the road, meaning the public may never get the opportunity to learn the identity of the defendant or the substance of the criminal case.
—The implication being, we’ll just never know how correct Truthout has been all along!
Go on. Try to prove otherwise. Truthout double dog dares you!
Reached for comment, Karl Rove’s breakfast burrito had this to say: “I haven’t read the Truthout piece, nor am I authorized to speak on behalf of Mr. Rove. That being said, you’re fucking kidding me with this stuff, right?”
There is a fine line between brilliance and insanity. Of course, Leopold is nowhere near that line.
Can you imagine the global wailing and keening when the Dems don’t take over either house of Congress in November?
Assuming that we’re all still here, that is…
Only a few hours to go before we find out if Mohammed (Peanut Butter Upon Him) will take to the skies over Jerusalem and the Hidden Imammy emerges from his well to usher in an era of worldwide peace and justice, Muslim style.
I think I’ll take up smoking again tonight. Just because.
NOW GET OFF MY LAWN!
Simple:
Schrodinger’s sealed indictment.
Why do I have to point this out to you people?
This is like keeping a gallon of spoiled milk in the refrigerator and periodically smelling it to see if it’s fresh yet.
*sniff, sniff*
Nope. Still rotten. Go figure?
*puts milk back in frig*
First there was fake but accurate. Now we have wrong but accurate. I think Leopold foreshadowed this theory some time ago.
Truthout, who what should we believe? Some senario that has absolutely no proof and in fact via the news report never will. Or, your star reporter Leopold who:
http://volokh.com/archives/archive_2006_07_23-2006_07_29.shtml#1153965155
– Has fabricated emails
– Plagiarized
– Been a past cocain addict
– Convicted of grand larcany
– Participates in sophmoric Internet mud-slinging to the point of making possible death threats.
– Impersonates others
Hell, as Joe Lauria in the Washington Post quotes http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/06/16/AR2006061601754.html;
Truthout is putting it’s undying faith in a journalist that has little to no creditability. Yet, it’s exactly his creditability they expect their readers to rely on. Was nothing learned from the disaster of reporting at CBS?
I never thought I’d see myself type the following…”I must agree with what that burrito said”.
Strange days, indeed.
Oh, and grouch – that was an excellent tie-in with the last post!
Not that the context would make a bit of difference, but I would not be surprised if Ms. Leveonson was treated to a little reporter impersonation or unaware of Truthout and it’s truthiNOTness history, and the context seems weird and manipulated…
The these 2 paragraphs –what Truthout says she “said” and the “quoted” statement (it would be extraordinary—to mean unlikely) don’t jive.
I say a citizen Journalist should contact Ms. Leveonson to she if she was used.
Because…where Ms. L says
I BET…she said this in response to “Why would an indictment be sealed if it were…”
A-
“defendant is cooperating with an investigation and the government wants to keep that person’s identity secretâ€Â
and then added
“It would be extraordinary to keep it sealed as the process goes on,†said Levenson, now a law professor at Loyola Law School in Los Angeles.
And the truthnot crew did their special truth-word-play and just got an expert to seem as if she were going along with their story.
Uhm, actually, Mr. Leopold has also reported seeing the Generalissimo. The late Mr. Franco, was seen at Lee Ho Fuks, he was look’in for a dish of beef chowmein.
Seems to me it must be a slow day for truthout, that and all the coke is gone
Did I give you permission to pre-emptively steal my jokes?
… and if it stays sealed for six whole months, the indictment will collapse to a singularity, forming a swirling, multi-dimensional vortex of curiosity!
Actually Prof. Levenson was one of my law prof’s back in the day, and I can just see her rolling her eyes as she said that.
Karl Roves dog was unavailable for coment.However Karl Rove’s cat said,”Are you going to eat that burrito?”
TWlength moonbats will go to any </i>length <i>to appear irrelevant.
Wait, you’re all just kidding, right? I’m new here so all of you are having a little ha ha fun with me.
Right?
Come on now, everybody knows that a sealed indictment can’t form a singularity. you have to archive DailyKooks on a 5 billion Terabyte hard drive over and over again. You’ll know the singularity has been formed when Ned Lamont starts singing “OOO, child, things are gonna get brighter…”
Right? Right?
Or….
Maybe I’ve overdosed on Nedrenaline. That would explain the Madrassa students flying kites in my back yard…
I mean, they’re sure gonna be shocked when they unseal the indictment and find a dead cat inside.
PEPSI HATER!
Major John, if that burrito has chorizo then you can’t doubt it’s “truthiness.” One simply can’t fake quality chorizo.
“If the chorizo is palatable, the allegations aren’t indictable”
So why does this story appear now?
I QUESTION THE TIMING!!!
– If I remember my Schrodinger correctly, the instant they open the indictment and look the cat won’t be there. Which is just a corrollary to the postulate of the hypothesis that the question as to whether Rove is really particles or waves is indeterminate. Course if he’s particles, they’ve been wearing the wrong kind of hats.
NOW GET OFF MY ROOF!
BJTex, did you just roll in here and reference The Five Stairsteps in regard to the whitest guy this side of the Hudson?
I’m profoundly impressed and yet…you didn’t let Sharpton follow you in, did you?
USA Today (the Diet Coke of news) had ANOTHER front page story about The Dark Lord Rove this morning.
Karl and Satan probably had a good laugh reading it.
Ah, but how can they tell it’s dead?
Ah, but how can they tell it’s dead?
– Isn’t that the definition of every progg-esive idea. Dead on birth.
If a sealed indictment pops open in the forest and there is no one there, does Rove still get shot at sunrise?
By the way, does anyone have any bright ideas on how to flatten a warped whiteboard?
The Plame story holds as much interest for me these days as the John Karr/JonBenet story. That the media and/or the Left keeps making hay out of these stories demonstrates a lack of seriousness about world events that is frightening.
Can’t be done. We exist in a curved universe, so flattening the whiteboard is impossible.
Unless you want to cause a matter-energy inversion throughout the space-time continuum, because that’s what you would have to do.
Weather permitting.
Indeed. Unlike the cat, which can either be dead or alive, progg-ist ideas have only one possible state of existence.
Massachusetts.
Is it dishwasher safe?
tw: howze about them Eagles?
You should form an ad hoc committee to study a potential flattening. There may be cross-departmental resources available and assets that could be utilized in achieving the desired state of flatness. Or you could just declare it flattened and proceed as usual. Whichever fits your paradigm.
tw: Mama, if that’s moving up, then I’m moving out…
Only if he is going hunting with Cheney.
Bush’s dog, however, tried to sell this reporter a secret recipe for baked beans.
Mmmm. Magic beans.
tw: Party on, Garth!
This isn’t a case of trying to regain any political momentum or some blasé attempt at restoration of integrity for TruthOut… Leopold & Truth Out have both shown there isn’t any integrity to be had there once their storyline proved to be bunk & they took a knee & weekend off to re-group. Once again this boils down to generating a buzz that translates into blog traffic & possibly some limited commerce, while cornering a particular market of leftist conspiracy. The current motif is to say or promote an idea that is so outrageous or inept that the blogsphere takes notice & it translates into measurably high or higher traffic – good or bad. After all, good or bad press is still press none-the-less & that means traffic.
Truth Out is following Glenn “socks†Greenwald’s example pondering the legality of the NSA wiretaps by using arguments most sober, 2nd year law students could effortlessly regurgitate; then generating a buzz that garners a desperate crowd grasping for any point that won’t force them the face the electorate on their ideas alone & then down-shifting into his patented Bush “Cultists†nuance – thus insuring the temporary echo chamber’s survival & increased traffic/ demographic for his up & coming New York Times’ best seller. After the recent “Frischcapade†& her subsequent bump in traffic, what dishonest, attention starved loser w/ delusions of grandeur wouldn’t follow such a simple method to the proverbial eGold. Now we have Jacqueline “I’m hot, you’re not†Passey, the sloping fore-head, squatty hipped Paris Hilton of the LOTR set, who out right admits to it & is sucking up the extra traffic & blogsphere notoriety like a $10 hooker giving 2 for 1’s outside a comic book convention or mid-night showing of Star Trek IV. Does not this describe the rise & fall of St. Andrew & Wonkette as well?
Truth Out is looking for traffic & some blog street cred & since dKOS, Huffingpost & Co. have the monopoly on the 60’s rejects, Hollywood hacks & pubescent socialists in training, what is left for them to get theirs? Why not exploit the outrage of the middle right & to get link’s from the party loyal for reopening the possible downfall of one they couldn’t beat honestly?Funny, while the left complains about the corporate influence on the MSM it has no problem when their side shills for potential notoriety, a timidly written book or a paying gig at Time.
That’s just beautiful. Gorgeous, in fact, in all it’s righteousness and glory. It kind of shimmers there in the afternoon sun, sifted in thru the whispering pines as the ancient planet ever so slowly rolls over on it’s side for the trillionth time, the words accented like fine parchment in an immense gilded frame with all the fancy filigre and gold leaf, all by itself square in the middle of the wall of the most fucked puke-logic yet assembled by the biggest set of asshats for the biggest willing audience of asshats ever to shamelessly disgrace the landscape.
Judas Freaking Maude.
If I wrote and signed that rubbish I’d drag myself behind the car.
Simple. Opposite but equal forces cancel each other out. Thus, simply mate the warped whiteboard with a flat blackboard, and poof!, both boards disappear.
Does that solve your problem? Or should we ask the breakfast burrito?
Any bright ideas on how to flatten a warped penis? Andy Sullivan wants to know.
Why is it all about the whiteboard now?
Weren’t blackboards good enough for you honkeys?
just another example of the man keeping a brother down….
Oh screw it all..
Heres a cool food website.
http://www.stratsplace.com/rogov/food.html
Oh yeah…heres a link to my blog’Little green footballs vs. Huffington post’.
http://lgfvshuffpo.blogspot.com/
I am working on ‘Protein Wisdom vs. the World’ now and welcome suggestions…now about that cat situation..could someone ‘splain to me wot thats all about?
As a rule, I think the burrito should smell better than the dead cat… the stench lingers.
Which is the whole point of this… it’s the journalistic equivalent of walking into a room, sneaking out last nights eggs, chorizo and cheese fart easing away and then pronouncing “Karl musta done that…”
tw: Sorry honey, I think something was *wrong* with that chorizo
Its all about the probability waves and alternate realities. Which must really confuse the ‘reality based’ community.
I too question the timing. Truthtout is just bollixing the whole thing up. Do I put a quater in the Doomday Machine tonight at 12:00:01 (DST) or NOT? Damn it Truthout, you’re friggin’ up the messages from Leader Karl… clogging the bandwidth! I need to know… I only got one quarter… Damn it Karl…STAY ON MESSAGE! End the World or Not???
tw: Painted into a corner he had no ther choice
tw: livingI question the turing
That’s just a boundary condition for the problem. Heisenberg still applies.
tw: Ask me how you too can learn Quantum Mechanics in your spare time!
If I remember my physics correctly, Mr. Schrodinger’s cat is in a stasis where any and all outcomes are possible. My question is who is the ‘possible’ housekeeper who will clean up the theoretical infinite amount of hairballs?
Major John – If you’ve spent much time in Texas or points south then you’ll know that burritos actually can “speak”, once they’ve entered the digestive phase . . . I’ve “heard” many burritos in my day.
TW: and I’m not anti-blackboard! Who do you think I am, George Allen or something?
White Castles speak louder than burritos, gringo.
I’ve heard burritos sing an opera by Wagner.
By the way, does Truthout employ anyone named Loeb?
– Damn. Here we are on the eve of the end, and I haven’t even had a chance to try one of those “Flexible Loaves”. You’d think if they are going to have th mother of all “parties” they’d at least sent around a memo. I’m going to take a wild guess and assume this will be “BYO72YOV”.
TW: I don’t remember a thing about this at last months district meeting.
That would be Krystal’s in the south, yankee.
Are we supposed to be questioning the timing or condemning this? I lost my scorecard.
Dead Cat:
AP is reporting that calendar records show Armitage met with Woodward:
“WASHINGTON – Then-Deputy Secretary of State Richard Armitage met with Washington Post reporter Bob Woodward in mid-June 2003, the same time the reporter has testified an administration official talked to him about CIA employee Valerie Plame.
Armitage’s official State Department calendars, provided to The Associated Press under the Freedom of Information Act, show a one-hour meeting marked “private appointment” with Woodward on June 13, 2003.”
Heck, I think I heard a burrito once recite the entire Gettysburg Address. The White Castle sliders applauded politely.
Major John is a veteran of the White Castle. I vouch for his valor in gaining those credentials. The poor man suffered greatly in the name of science…and sliders.
I loves me some George Jesus.
Ahh, yes. Krystal’s… (One of my all-time favorite Fark photoshops)
tw: south. I shit you not.
That is universal for both White Castle and Kristal’s?
It always amazed me that Cheese Kristals smell the same going in as going out.
T/W I’ll go back to my corner after you give me a Chilli Cheese Pup.
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Pablo, my mind works in mysterious ways. The thought of pasty Ned singing that song sent me into spasms. There must be a campaign video somewhere in there…
Sharpton auditioned for backup singer, but kept changing his tune. He applied for MC, but with the free buffet I didn’t want to take a chance of going broke.
Being Portuguese allows me expert status to comment on Chorizo (which we pronounce cher-eeze.) It is a tricky meat, hard to pin down, yet bold in its pronoucements. Now if you loaded that burrito with keilbasa, then you would have ABSOLUTE TRUTH!
And thanks for The Five Stairsteps. I’ve been racking my brain. All of the above is to just allow me to let go of the complete absurdity of considering a “maybe” sealed indictment “possibly” of Rove that “might” not ever be unsealed. This is the reason why we should never give up artillary sized tactical nukes.
I am obviously clueless as to quotes.
keilbasa? No way, man. I intend to use this stomach again.
Rob B ***weiner*** –
Fisting made me wonder if my Norton parental filter would let me view the site, or if I’d have to turn ot off first.
I wonder if Andrew Sullivan knows about this?
<blockquote>That’s just beautiful. Gorgeous, in fact, in all it’s righteousness and glory. It kind of shimmers there in the afternoon sun, sifted in thru the whispering pines as the ancient planet ever so slowly rolls over on it’s side for the trillionth time, the words accented like fine parchment in an immense gilded frame with all the fancy filigre and gold leaf, all by itself square in the middle of the wall of the most fucked puke-logic yet assembled by the biggest set of asshats for the biggest willing audience of asshats ever to shamelessly disgrace the landscape.
Judas Freaking Maude.
If I wrote and signed that rubbish I’d drag myself behind the car.
6gun, I just sent this to my conservative (and one liberal) friend. The gaffaws ring from the rafters. I bow to your homey prose.
I’m a friggin idiot. What the heck am I doing wrong with the quote box thingy?
I need to go back to typewriters.
What I wonder is, has Schroedinger’s cat ever eaten a burrito? Or a White Castle? If so, what was the result?
In the interests of science.
TW: there’s value in the experiment, I’m sure.