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Some Clintonesque Hairsplitting
Atrios points to a NY Post OpEd where wing-nut John Podhoretz opines about Rove’s Plame outing:
But Plame’s undercover status at the time was and is a little questionable in any case. How undercover could she have been when her name was published at the time as part of Joseph Wilson’s own biography online (see cpsag.com/our_team/wilson.html)?
Duncan points out, correctly, that the fact of the name revealing is not the issue, but the fact of revealing her working for the CIA is. The marriage to Wilson was the cover for her work. But Duncan does miss one point.
The major strategy Rove’s defense is running on is the supposed NOT revealing of a NAME. Some people even think this may be the central issue for deciding, whether this was a criminal act or not. It is important. The LA Times points out:
Luskin, [Rove’s attorney,] said in an interview Monday that Rove never identified Plame by name and never intended to reveal her identity. He said Wilson’s wife came up as an afterthought in a conversation that Cooper had initiated, primarily for a story about welfare reform.
So a name revelation is relevant, Rove’s attorney says. And he says Rove did not reveal it.
(Aside from that, according to Newsweek, Time journalist Matt Cooper wrote to his boss
"Spoke to Rove on double super secret background for about two mins before he went on vacation …"
Now how many afterthoughts in a conversation may you tackle within a two minutes call?)
But Podhoretz says, that the NAME is irrelevant. The knowledge of Plame being the wife of Wilson was simply available on the Internet, he even gives us the link.
(The Way-Back-Machine at archive.org confirms that the Wilson bio page Podhoretz points us to, with Valerie Plame named as Wilson’s wife, existed at least since Feb 08, 2003. The Rove assault on Wilson/Plame happened mid July 2003.)
So according to right-wing-nut OpEd writer and Rove defender Podhoretz junior, having outed her name or not having outed her name DID NOT MATTER. He is absolutely correct.
After revealing that Joe Wilson’s wife was working for the CIA, Rove could be sure that revealing her NAME was only 0.17 seconds of a Google search away, not only for journalists, but for anyone.
How then, should the NAME make a difference in a criminal prosecution?
Also missing in the current debate: At the same time Rove outed Plame, he did mark anybody, especially abroad, who ever may have had any contact with Plame, as a possible CIA informant and he did burn Plame’s official employer, Brewster-Jennings & Associates, and everyone who worked for that company plus, of course, everybody who had contacts with any of that company’s employees as possible CIA assets. Could that be some damage to WMD intelligence, to US national security?
When will someone at the CIA leak the real damage in this case – done by Karl Rove?
Update: Make no mistake. Rove is central to the success and the further survival of the Repubs. There is no way the Will ever push him out. It would be devastating to them. This is only the first round of a fifteen round fight.
Why Don’t Mackerels Like Potatoes?
Patrick Fitzgerald to McClellan, “But my poor friend, you
will all be in the nuthouse only a few months from now!”
Scott McClellan to Fitzgerald, “Jealous?”
John McCain, muttering off the record about the mess,
“Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here!”
Condi Rice, to no one in particular, “You’re in a desert,
walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look
down and see a… ”
Robert Novak, writing his semi-autobiographical farce,
“I mean, so what if some fifty-eight-year-old president gets
a hard-on and starts playing Death Race 2003 in the Middle
East power struggle? What kind of chance is he taking? He’s
just waiting around to see what kind of cancer he gets anyway.”
Dick Cheney, remarking on Karl Rove’s private sex life,
“Four days, three nights, two convertibles, one city.
“He was somewhere around Georgetown when the
drugs began to take hold….”
Heinrich Heine, remarking on Dick Cheney’s grasp of reality,
“Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when
he was merely stupid.”
Chief Justice Potter Stewart, remarking on the triumphal
Neo-Con overthrow of democratic institutions in the US,
and their total disregard for the Truth and Human Dignity,
“”I shall not today attempt to define the kinds of material
I understand to be spun here . . . but I know it when I see it. ”
Colin Powell, on the whole cotton-pickin’ BushCo caboodle,
“We’re all just sitting here, like when gran’pappy falls asleep
and cuts a ripe one in church, to see whether the pastor will
pick up the sermon, or turn beet red and start a’ stammerin’.”
Jenna Bush, dreaming of her powerful father George,
“She dreamed that she and her father were together
in a great wide field of wild flowers on a beautiful
summery day. He was reciting poems of Mallarmé,
but it was as if he himself had written them; and
Jenna was much younger, and she ran about the
fields picking flowers, and though she would some-
times be at quite a distance from her father, she
could hear every line he spoke. He spoke the lines
perfectly, with exactly the right intonation and feeling
for each word. Sometimes when he finished a
poem, he would say: “That wasn’t a bad poem. Now
here’s another — this is one I wrote for you, sweet-
heart; it came to me in a flash — in a terrible, beautiful
flash just as I was releasing the sweet powerful
seed from my testis that made you!”
(from Le Roi de Coeur a Cafe Des Deux Magots)
I remember back a long time ago in college, a fraternity
prank at Pi Gamma Pi, we dressed a northern frat bro’ as
Sandy Claus, then got him good and drunk on Southern
Comfort. He held each one of the prom dates on his lap
and asked them lewd questions, until the Prom Queen
sat, when the uptight Prom King looked at him severely,
shaking his head “no” to the lewd suggestion gimmick,
until our bro’ panicked, leaned his head back and then
projectile-vomited all over the Prom Queen’s dress.
The look on everyone’s face is exactly like the look I see
on the mostly Republican’s faces today, over Karl Rove.
“Oh … My … God! I can’t believe he did that!”
“There coming to take me away, ha-ha, he-he, ho-ho,
to the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time,
and I’ll be happy to see those nice young men in
their clean white coats, and they’re … *let me GO*! ” %)
Posted by: tante aime | Jul 13 2005 3:34 utc | 19
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