Well folks, after all the breast-beating and pearls-clutching it looks like the curtain’s going up on the last act of The Plame and the Arrow:
Special Counsel Patrick Fitzgerald also opposed the request of Cooper and New York Times reporter Judith Miller to be granted home detention—instead of jail—for refusing to reveal their sources.
Allowing the reporters home confinement would make it easier for them to continue to defy a court order to testify, he said. Special treatment for journalists may “negate the coercive effect contemplated by federal law,” Fitzgerald wrote in filings with the court.
“Journalists are not entitled to promise complete confidentiality—no one in America is,” Fitzgerald wrote.
You read it right, folks. If they fail to report the crime they witnessed Judy Chalabi and Kenny Bania are going to the slammer like the common criminals they are.
Plame’s name was first published in a 2003 column by Robert Novak, who cited two unidentified senior Bush administration officials as his sources. Novak has refused to say whether he has testified or been subpoenaed.
Cooper wrote a subsequent story naming Plame, and Miller gathered material but never wrote an article.
I’m sure you know the drill:
“What about Novak? Didn’t he print the story? Doesn’t he know the leaker? Why isn’t he being prosecuted?”
Well for all we know Novaluka may well be prosecuted. But since Fitzgerald is a legal professional rather than a garbage-bag-toting clown like Ken Starr, his investigation is under wraps. Naturally this drives our unspeakably lazy and corrupt “free press” into fits of rage. And that’s all to the good.
Nice try, asshole.
Of course those notes are of interest to Fitzgerald, but not as much as Kenny Bania actually sitting down an answer questions — like any criminal witness.
Hogan has found the reporters in contempt of court for refusing to divulge their sources and he indicated last week that he is prepared to send them to jail if they do not cooperate.
In his court filings, Fitzgerald said it is essential for courts to enforce their contempt orders so that grand juries can get the evidence they need.
Oh Prunella! If it’s good enough for Martha Stewart then it’s good enough for Judy — even as she continues the pretense that her anal excretions leave no olifactory offense.
“There is tension between Miller’s claim that confinement will never coerce her to testify and her alternative position that this court should consider less restrictive forms of confinement,” the prosecutor wrote.
Maybe Judy’s lawyers should arrange a special screening of Caged for her.
So Judy and Kenny have papers? No, they would like us all to think they are papers. In other words they’re pulling our leg — or as the French say “va en bateau”
But who’s being protected from whom?
Happily not everyone’s susceptible to to this brand of banana oil, as Steve Chapman of the Chicago Tribune neatly demonstrates:
The “moral” of this story?
Can I get a SING OUT LOUISE!
Meanwhile back in Judy’s lair a certain Scott Shane has a number of very carefully chosen words to say about Valerie Plame —
who he pointedly declines to call Valerie Plame:
But the woman at the center of it all, Valerie E. Wilson, has kept her silence, showing the discipline and discretion that colleagues say made her a good spy. As her husband, Joseph C. Wilson IV, has become a highly visible critic of the administration and promoted his memoirs, Ms. Wilson has ferried their 5-year-old twins to doctors’ appointments, looked after their hilltop house in the upscale Palisades neighborhood of Washington and counseled women with postpartum depression.
CALLING TOM CRUISE!
“Before this whole affair, no one would ever have thought of her as an undercover agent,” said David Tillotson, a next-door neighbor for seven years who got to know the Wilsons well over back-fence chats, shared dinners and play dates for their grandchildren with the Wilsons’ children, Trevor and Samantha.
“She wasn’t mysterious,” Mr. Tillotson said. “She was sort of a working soccer mom.”
Hmmm. Good part for Renee Zellwegger.
The Wilsons’ neighbor on the other side, Christopher Wolf, was similarly aghast. As he sat on his deck staring at the Novak column, Mr. Wilson came out his back door.
“I said: ‘This is amazing! I had no idea,’ ” Mr. Wolf recalled. “He sort of motioned to me to keep my voice down.”
So if these good people didn’t know, maybe Karl Rove didn’t either.
And maybe the Bluebird of happiness will fly out of The Creature From the Blog Lagoon’s steroid-engorged neck.
Now how do you suppose “Scott Shane” found out about the op-ed column and the CIA’s disinclination to authorize its publication?
Somebody high up in the editorial board of the New York Times, perchance? Somebody who doesn’t want to go to jail for one of her crimes?
“At that point, she looks, walks and quacks like an overt agency employee,” said Fred Rustmann, a C.I.A. officer from 1966 to 1990, who supervised Ms. Wilson early in her career and calls her “one of the best, an excellent officer.”
Yet outside the spy world, word of her real employment came as a shock. To have such a carefully nurtured identity shattered in a single stroke was traumatic, Mr. Wilson said. “Your whole network of personal relationships over 20 years are compromised,” he said.
And doubtless put many lives in danger — and may indeed have ended several of them. But we’ll never know because the New York Times doesn’t care.
They do care about the movie, however.
Well forget Renee. It’s going to be Annette Benning or bust. Right Judy?
And does this mean that Warren will play Joe Wilson? That’s probably what the NYT crowd imagines. But something tells me if he’s going to be making another biopic it’ll be about Judy. And in that case his old flame (and good friend) Diane Keaton would be ideal.
With Jack as Chalabi, of course.
Mr. Wilson ended a long interview in a downtown hotel when he realized he was late to pick up the twins. As the first gulf war loomed, and Mr. Wilson was the last American official to meet with Saddam Hussein, his older twins, Joe and Sabrina, were 12 years old, and worried that their father might not make it out of Baghdad to join them in the United States, he said.
During this war with Iraq, the gravest danger to him has been political vilification. He and his wife, Mr. Wilson said, have tried to insulate their children from the hubbub that followed the leak of her name.
It has not always been easy. Once, when Trevor was 3, he recognized his father on yet another show.
“He banged on the TV,” Mr. Wilson recalled, “and said, ‘Dad, get out of the box!’ “
Too bad Haley Joel Osment is too old to play that part.
So that’s what Judy’s calling herself nowadays! Such a clever girl.
Though in regard to Fitzgerald, not quite clever enough.