The Last Word On Libby
During my vacation I was offline except for a few minutes to deal with flight arrangements. I read the paper versions of the various news websites, but didn't watch much news on the telly. I was however watching a local newscast when the anchor broke the Scooter Libby pardon story -- commutation, my ass -- and she even seemed to know who Libby was, even though Scooter wasn't waiting on line for an iPhone, driving through a submerged underpass or eating ribs.
Unsurprisingly, national television coverage was uniformly dismal, always giving equal time to the lies (Plame wasn't covert, Armitage was the real leaker, etc.) and the facts without bother to identify which were which. I suspect Olbermann was an exception, but didn't get to see him. The Clenis was invoked robotically, and often. The Sun-Times' coverage was dismal, as would be expected from Bob "Douchebag" Novak's home bunker. The paper lived up to its insipid motto, "Let's Not Get Into It."
Of course, no one should be surprised about the pardon, given the Administration's employment of Elliot Abrams and John Poindexter. The only surprise is that Bush hasn't given office space to the maggots who consumed Cap Weinberger's foul flesh.
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