Everything But the Kitchen Cabinet - No Wait, That Too
Thursday, October 20th, 2005
WaPo has all but fingered Mr. Green, in the library, with the candlestick. Stay with me now: Rove is saying he first learned of Plame’s identity from Libby, not from any classified dossier stuck conspicuously between the seat cushions on Air Force One. He also got the same dish from an anonymous second party in the White House. But before all this, Rove knew only that Wilson’s wife (at the time her name was unrevealed) worked at the CIA, which information came to him — or so he claims — by way of the press. This means that the first few drops of this leak were dripped either by Libby himself, or by that anonymous second party in the White House. Or by someone else entirely. At this point, my money’s on Margaret Spellings. That affably hip homeroom demeanor has always struck me as a little too perfect. And we now know she can’t have been terribly busy leaving no child behind. Follow the schoolteacher. MORE »










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David Ignatius is employing the noir western trope to describe the near-completed UN probe into the murder of Lebanese reformer Rafiq Hariri:
My Irish half has been aching all week to end my troubles with Bono. I fucked up my first day on the job by assuming rumors of his Good Friday Agreement with Rick Santorum were true. (They were
The worst part about Bush having known two years ago of Boy Genius’s role in this silly little kerfuffle? Mixed metaphors:
Well, that was easy. You don’t run for local office without being hit with a barrage of PAC and interest group questionnaires. Not to answer them means receiving no endorsements; and we all know how Harriet Miers hungers for those. Frankly, I’m surprised this “revelation” didn’t happen weeks ago to someone who once had the option to vote for her for Dallas City Council. It’s all public record.