Return call, on machine "Please no, please no, my Chalabi. I must see you so our aspen roots can intertwine. Please be mine. I cannot print your stories on the front page because they do fact checking! Of course, unless I slip some on the side to the fact-checker. Who is a burly brute. Please no, please no, my Chalabi."
Well, the rest is, as they say they say, history and her story.
There is a subsubsubunder-alles rumorrumorrumor surrumor that the Lurker In Your Dreams, Dr. Lurker could still take an indictment in the neck. But I don't think even Fitzgerald The Noble would have the huevos to do that. He wouldn't live through the afternoon. Dr. Lurker would cue Armageddon for sure & go off to the underground Dr. Lurker Haven under that mountain in Colorado. My fear is that he is already there with his pus-dripping finger poised over the Armageddon Button.
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I spilled my psychic guts for you, Mr. Fitz.
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Article comments
1 - chancelucky
Are you suggesting that Ms. Miller was intertwining her aspen roots with someone whose middle name is "irve" and who has the nickname "Scooter"?
It's frightening to think that breakfast at the Ritz, God and Ms. Miller apparently only know where she was the night before, and all this chumminess have killed 30,000 people and fractured so many lives already and for the foreseeable future.
2 - Nancy
Not gonna happen. Libby will take the fall for Cheney & Bush, & Bush will then give him a presidential pardon & probably a medal for doing a heckuva job shielding guilty higher-ups like the good American hero he is. If only he could take the fall for DeLay & Frist while he's at it....
3 - pogblog
Oh shucks, I forgot -- the MEDAL. Of course, you're right. What was I thinking? Every now & then reason and hope cloud my proper soap-opera judgment.
I do keep thinking we've reached a nadir, but there are always new layers of awfulness to be luridly revealed.
And as chancelucky says, all 'the fractured lives' being paid for their champagne hubris.