Wednesday, October 19, 2005


That's right, folks, you've heard it here first--an I am justice. exclusive, if you will--Lewis Libby and Judith Miller were having an affair.

Now, I'm no Hercule Poirot, but here are the facts available to any thinking being. . .

...Thus Miller spending 85 days in prison instead of testifying even though Libby's counsel and Fitzgerald had assured her that she would not be violating any confidentiality agreements. She only broke her silence when Libby contacted her. She waited through 85 days of PRISON (not jail, ie, she got raped at least once a week) because the poor woman wanted him to contact her personally; a bit interesting for a professional politico-journalist relationship, eh?

...Thus the second-to last paragraph of this letter, in which Libby writes "out West, where you vacation, the aspens will already be turning. They turn in clusters, because their roots connect them." Their roots connect them???

...Thus the sense, in Administration circles, that this is a cataclysmic investigation. Why would the most draconian executive administration in American history fear the blowback for simply lying the country into war? They've never cared about substantive things before, and why is October 2005 the time to start caring? No, my friends. There were blowjobs involved.

I mean, could it get any clearer?

[addendum: turns out that this isn't so breaking and that, in fact, it has been suggested before that this was the case. . .well I'm sorry, jeremy. I'M SORRY.--ed.]

Monday, October 10, 2005