Ah, the ghost of the old Nixon Imperial Prez coming rattling its chains, long since thought buried along with the mouldering corpse of Tricky Dicky. I speak, of course, of the TAPES of Scooter at the Grand Jury. Apparently, Scooter was quite the talker, and it seems he might have implicated his boss Spiro Cheney in some rather unsavory goings-on.
You know, the crowd who loves national security except when those pesky political considerations get in the way. Alas, the adults who allegedly "came back" to the White House seem to be more like teenagers intent on cleaning out dear old dad's likker cabn't and then lying about it.
On the tapes, Libby said that Cheney did not tell him Plame's CIA identity was "super-super-secret" and that he used a "curious" tone unlike his regular voice, which "was much more matter-of-fact and straight."
Yeah, you know as opposed to all those 'super-duper-super-duper-secret agents' out there.
Fucking assholes. They'll classify anything to avoid embarassing themselves, but dump reams of classified material into the their sewer of discourse to further pollute the atmosphere they've fouled by their politically-motivated actions.
The 1600 Crew truly is an example of the best government money can buy... and it's not very good, is it?
