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NeoCon Spin Cycle

By Wayne Madsen
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.'"



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