Saturday, October 08, 2005

 

Miller To Fitzgerald: Oh, You Mean That Treasonous Leak

If you've been following the Valerie Plame Wilson story closely, the last few weeks have posed some real head-scratchers: If Judith Fucking Miller is such a hotshot journalist, how come it took her nearly a year (ending in 85 days of incarceration!) to ask Scooter Libby enough followup questions to clarify his waiver of journalist-informant privilege so she could testify to Fitzgerald's grand jury about their conversations? And what to make of Judith's eleventh-hour "find" of notes she took about earlier conversations with Libby on the same topic? (Were they left in a pumpkin near a farmhouse, buried under Rose Law Firm billing records?)

Jane Hamsher over at firedoglake blog has some brilliant ideas about that -- a narrative thread that drops quite a few puzzle pieces into place, to give us a clearer picture:

In a furious bout of post-prison housecleaning, Judy Miller just "happened" to find notes today from June 2003 when she spoke with Scooter Libby about Joe Wilson.

Of all the amazing discoveries. She's the fucking Indiana Jones of dust bunnies, that one.

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Suddenly Judy REMEMBERS her earlier "notes" and meeting with Scooter. I'm guessing the dog didn't just barf 'em up -- her attorney probably got a helpful memory-prodding phonecall from Fitzgerald, who probably knew Judy was going to lie her lying face off all along.

. . . Suddenly -- VOILA! -- a SLEW of people want to come in and spend quality time with Fitzgerald and the grand jury again. They are VOLUNTEERING. Because, as you know, testifying before Fitzgerald's grand jury is all the rage in DC these days, and everyone needs a hobby.

Combined with the latest revelations that Karl Rove probably "pulled a Martha" by lying to the FBI in early interviews, the Miller-Libby scenario seem to buttress the scuttlebutt that we can expect the imminent announcement of as many as 21 indictments in the Plame affair, with a good number of Oval Office workers either in the dock or fingered as "unindicted co-conspirators." Somewhere in Hell, Nixon is laughing his ass off.

posted by Michael 5:00 PM