Monthly Archives: October 2005

Yes fans, Fitzmas is here at last, it’s arrival recalling nothing so much as Dirk Bogarde’s first words in Providence, “Surely the facts are not in dispute.”

Well they shouldn’t be, but in the current climate where “up” is resolutely declared “down” by Beltway “insiders” one can only read the brief and declare the obvious. Things are looking up.

Precisely where it all goes from here is, needless to say, a question with many answers. But to judge from today’s press conference, Patrick Fitzgerald fully intends to remain as enchantingly on point as ever.

“In the account he gave to the FBI and to the grand jury was that he told reporters Cooper and Miller at the end of the week, on July 12th. And that what he told them was he gave them information that he got from other reporters; other reporters were saying this, and Mr. Libby did not know if it were true. And in fact, Mr. Libby testified that he told the reporters he did not even know if Mr. Wilson had a wife.
And, in fact, we now know that Mr. Libby discussed this information about Valerie Wilson at least four times prior to July 14th, 2003: on three occasions with Judith Miller of the New York Times and on one occasion with Matthew Cooper of Time magazine.
The first occasion in which Mr. Libby discussed it with Judith Miller was back in June 23rd of 2003, just days after an article appeared online in the New Republic which quoted some critical commentary from Mr. Wilson.”

That’s the beating heart of the matter.

The short version?

“At the end of the day what appears is that Mr. Libby’s story that he was at the tail end of a chain of phone calls, passing on from one reporter what he heard from another, was not true.
It was false. He was at the beginning of the chain of phone calls, the first official to disclose this information outside the government to a reporter. And then he lied about it afterwards, under oath and repeatedly.”

Period.

As for the Dark Lady of the WMDs —

“I wish Ms. Miller spent not a second in jail. I wish we didn’t have to spend time arguing very, very important issues and just got down to the brass tacks and made the call of where we were. But I think it had to be done.”

Such a gentleman!

More important don’t even THINK of fucking with him !

QUESTION: Mr. Fitzgerald, your critics are charging that you are a partisan who was conducting what, in essence, was a…
(UNKNOWN): In which government (ph)?
(LAUGHTER)
FITZGERALD: You tell me.
QUESTION: (OFF-MIKE) witch hunt. I mean, how do you respond to (inaudible) since you are in Washington…
FITZGERALD: I don’t know — you know, it’s sort of, When’d you stop beating your wife?
One day I read that I was a Republican hack, another day I read that I was a Democratic hack, and the only thing I did between those two nights was sleep.

The Sleep of the Just, my darling.

Yes I’ve made mention of Patrick’s obvious charm before, but only today did I realize just how much he resembles my boyfriend Bill Reed. In fact, Bill himself was quick to notice it.

“He has my genes!” he said. And much else I’m sure. That’s why young Patrick has been so skillful in dealing with all the Dwight Babcock’s of BushCo. As I was telling my dear friend Vera Charles just the other day “That boy’s going to go far!”

In fact, the sky’s the limit. Live, live live!