Denis Collins, the Libby juror who said that politics played no role in the verdict, has published his diary of the trial, available exclusively at…the Huffington Post.
Joseph Wilson and Valerie Plame who cooked up a series of lies to undermine the Administration in the middle of the war?
The media, which megaphoned them and falsely suggested that someone had deliberately outed an undercover agent for political reasons, following the lead of The Nation’s David Corn?
Former CIA head Tenet, who insisted the Department of Justice investigate a routine referral for reasons which are still unclear but seem to be pique and revenge? Who refused to clarify the record about Wilson: who sent him, and what he found, and what happened to those findings? For dragging out the declassification of the National Intelligence Estimate which showed the Wilson report supported rather than contradicted the estimate?
Former Secretary of State Colin Powell and his Deputy Dick Armitage, who knew Armitage leaked and hid from the President and public that fact, letting Libby and the entire White House staff be put through the wringer?
The FBI which poorly investigated the matter, jiggered the notes of the interrogations and somehow lost the key inculpatory notes?
Former Attorney Ashcroft who allowed himself to be nose ringed by the mandarinate into recusing himself from looking into the matter?
Yeah, JohnAnnArbor, but why reduce the effectiveness of a Joe Wilson when it can be used to bring down BushCo, clear a path to the Larry King Show, or simply clear a room.
By the way, the Nancy Pelosi I just snapped off smells a tad like Dannon boysenberry yogurt filtered through a colorful pant-suit.
Keith Olbermann, for example. A Joe Wilson ripper to him is like sitting in a field of gardenias. I swore I saw Chris Matthews hand-waft a gander or two of the rich bouquet his way, as well.
The escaped Harry Reid bean burrito fart, by the way, has been purchased by Ben Affleck.
Whadda ya mean, “if”?
He could just buy an offset.
And I doubt it would be rank, what with all that Niger mint iced tea…
via NRO Corner:
Will comments be closed this time? Doubt it…
More on Denis here.
Also, Maguire points to the Times’ editorial, noting its many factual errors.
A kick-ass editorial from Clarice Feldman at The American Thinker,
I Call for Justice
http://www.americanthinker.com/2007/03/i_call_for_justice.html
A taste:
What was Libby’s lawyer thinking, letting that guy on the jury? Was he counting on him publishing his diary?
It’s worse than that, Jeff. He’s in an elevator.
Yeah. By himself, too.
The fart has no shame.
Nothing worse than picking up a magazine off a chair at the Dr’s office that someone farted on.
especially if it’s Vanity (and it most assuredly is) Fair
I’m just waiting for the scratch-n-sniff version of “Politics of Truth”:
“Here’s breakfast on the plane to Niger. Hash browns and spicy sausages. The eggs were a little off, though.
“Here’s the road behind the chemical plants at Niamey. Woo-ee!
“Remind me next time to ask the roadside vendors to COOK their meat…
“Ugh, Bush’s lies make me sick. I had to duck into this ill-ventilated outhouse.”
Hell, he wrote so much of the original out his figurative ass, he may as well go all the way in the rewrite.
I just dropped a Joe Wilson into the cushion of my desk chair. It displaced a Harry Reid bean burrito fart from ‘05.
Once I heard of some guy selling activated charcoal seat cushions to mitigate such issues.
Would a big fish tank filter work?
Yeah, JohnAnnArbor, but why reduce the effectiveness of a Joe Wilson when it can be used to bring down BushCo, clear a path to the Larry King Show, or simply clear a room.
By the way, the Nancy Pelosi I just snapped off smells a tad like Dannon boysenberry yogurt filtered through a colorful pant-suit.
…and their are some on the Left that really enjoy inhaling it. Gah.
Keith Olbermann, for example. A Joe Wilson ripper to him is like sitting in a field of gardenias. I swore I saw Chris Matthews hand-waft a gander or two of the rich bouquet his way, as well.
The escaped Harry Reid bean burrito fart, by the way, has been purchased by Ben Affleck.
Oh no, it’s a Smug Alert!
I heard the jury pool was so lousey with liberals, the defence ran out of challenges.
Oh I know! They’ve got a dutch oven going.
After a week of man-keegling, I think I might be able to reproduce Hillary’s stirring Southern Baptist Hymn schtick through my sphincter.
It’s a goal.
Incidently, is Wilson “on” all the time? At these coctail parties:
“How are you Joe? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Well, Valerie is sleeping better now that Scooter will be kept in a safe place where his perjury can’t hurt anyone else.
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……Are you gonna eat that crab puff?”