Fitzmas Day
I was thinking it might be hard to prove that Libby was lying when he testified that he hadn't known Wilson's wife worked for the CIA until he heard it from reporters. Then I read the indictment. Oops. At least nine prior White House conversations about Wilson's CIA wife.
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Bush said. "In our system, each individual is presumed innocent and entitled to due process and a fair trial."
Too bad he only feels that way about American citizens who happen to have been the chief of staff for his VP.
Rove tells Fitz: Hold off til Monday - I'll wrap up the Shrub and everyone else (Dick and Don, for example), yellowcake fake and all then.
Over the weekend, Karl makes his phonecalls: 43 and 41. They (or more likely Poppy alone, as Jr. is tanked and depressed, call Bandar and the Carlyle folks to arrange enough hush money to keep Karl quiet and take the fall.
Libby has already made his own arrangements and will either stick to them of cave in under the thought of imprisonment. It's reasonable to expect ten years to get firmly pinned.
This is Option One.
Option Two is where Karl goes back to Fitz and instead of reneging on his offer to squeal, he squeals anyway and keeps the hush money.
It would be a gross underestimation of Fitzgerald's ability and shrewdness to assume that he's completed his assault upon Mordor.
The main reason he's isolated Libby is to make Scooter feel like the lonely fall guy. Fitz has so far the stickiest, steepest charges and he can paste at least ten years' worth of jail time on Scoot.
Scoot feels alone, abandoned. He flips. Investigation continues and Scooter doesn't go to the Crowbar Hotel for a stretch of protracted rape and humiliation.
Let's not even mention DISBARRMENT.
Fitz is betting that Scooter would rather see Dick in an orange jumpsuit and face the shame of remaining free by peaching on his betters. Fitz has just so much ammo at this
moment, and is looking for more, but needs help in getting it firmly in his hands. Fitz knows what it is, who has it and how to get it completely loaded into his gun.
He's just picking his targets at this moment, not overreaching: not expecting to take down a grizzly with a .38 special.
I think if I read the word "tet" or "meme" one more time on this website, I'm going to puke all over my laptop screen.
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