- The neocon spin machine took to the airwaves Sunday morning
to continue their assault against Patrick Fitzgerald. Some right-wing talking
heads inferred that Fitzgerald is a "runaway" prosecutor who
can only base a case against the White House on the faulty memories and
incomplete notes of reporters and White House staff. The spinners also
continued the baseless charge that Valerie Plame (or "Flame"
as New York Times reporter Judith Miller listed in the same notebook that
contains the notes of her conversations with Scooter Libby) and her Brewster
Jennings & Associates NOC team were not covert.
- In addition, Meet the Press featured discredited former
FBI Director Louis Freeh, Jr., an associate and friend of Rudolph Giuliani.
Freeh blathered on about his Clinton-bashing book. Freeh's tenure at the
FBI saw him cut the feet off of counter-terrorism and counter-intelligence
agents like John O'Neill in their pursuit of Al Qaeda and Russian-Ukrainian-Israeli
(RUIM) figures. Freeh was also a friend and co-parishioner of convicted
Soviet and Russian spy Robert Hanssen, an FBI agent who had been spying
for Moscow for over 25 years.
- This neocon last gasp at spinning on the Sunday pundit
programs is a sign that Fitzgerald will soon be returning multiple indictments
against Karl Rove and Scooter Libby, as well as false statement indictments
against other White House officials. The desperation of the neocons this
Sunday is a sign that the indictments are likely coming within the next
few days. The White House is reportedly in a crisis mode unseen since the
days before the buildup to the attack on Iraq. Major resignations and a
reshuffling are expected in the next few weeks.
- One of the most bizarre revelations (which could come
right out of a bad Hollywood screenplay) in Miller's piece in the New York
Times today is this one:
- "Mr. Fitzgerald also focused on the letter's closing
lines. 'Out West, where you vacation, the aspens will already be turning,'
Mr. Libby wrote. 'They turn in clusters, because their roots connect them.'
- In answer, I told the grand jury about my last encounter
with Mr. Libby. It came in August 2003, shortly after I attended a conference
on national security issues held in Aspen, Colo. After the conference,
I traveled to Jackson Hole, Wyo. At a rodeo one afternoon, a man in jeans,
a cowboy hat and sunglasses approached me. He asked me how the Aspen conference
had gone. I had no idea who he was.
- 'Judy," he said. "It's Scooter Libby.'"