Hell, it's just an indictment. All the cool people want them. Carl, Scooter, Dick.. Don't you feel left out? Well.. you won't for long.
At least, that seems to be the general consensus from those waiting on the courthouse steps. (Literally). The grand jury convened to examine the Valerie Plame/Judith Miller pudding fight is coming up on its best before date - this Friday. So we're all waiting with bated breath (sort of) to see exactly who's up next on the spin doctors lazy suzanne, to smile in mugshots like a dentist. Either that, or investigators ask for another 6 months to investigate and we keep getting that gallant but mislead "continuing investigation" answer from Mr. McClellan in front of the blue sheets. Kind of a killjoy, Scott.
Marginally, it's detracting from the fact that poor Harriet doesn't have a snowcone's chance in hell of getting through any kind of confirmation hearing, all things considered: she can't even fill out 12 questions with enough aplomb to satisfy the current judges. Is this the way it was supposed to happen? Bush suggests somebody he knows isn't going to cut it, and, oh well, might as well go for his secret second choice, and everyone agrees to get it out of the way?
Oooo. Maybe the girl with the conspiracy theories in my poli-sci class is rubbing off. Or is she?
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Woah .. those are some big words. *smile* You'd be so proud of me, taking 30 minutes to shuffle through the Concise Oxford Dictionary just to understand my sis! Hey, that's dedication! Love you, hope all is well. xoxo Mikaela
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