He flits about, ostensibly looking for food tidbits, perhaps some fine poop. As he sits still on a doughnut, he hears all transpiring in the room. Then he fills in The Wise I.
The Senator from New York, the senator from California and the senator from Delaware each sat in a chair in a clubby room far away from the chattering crowd of the Senate Democratic Policy Committee enjoying barbecue on the lawn. The reporter from the New York Times sat back a bit from his more honorific company but Joe Wilson noted he was there nonetheless.
Joe was excited when Val informed him that the Senator from New York phoned and invited him to a private meeting during the upcoming policy committee jamboree.
"I think they're listening to your complaint about Niger, Joe. Finally!" Val finished with that breathless exclamation and handed her husband the phone.
Joe listened to the senator from New York as he, indeed, did want to speak to him about his trip to Niger. Now Joe sat in the room with three of the most important senators in the Democratic party and the reporter from the New York Times. Normally a chatterbox, Joe decided to remain quiet in the company of such august persons.
"Joe, as you know we've got a big election coming up next year," the senator from New York said quietly. Joe nodded affirmative. It seemed a simple and true statement. Joe knew there was more. Joe hoped it involved him.
"Joe," the senator from California said, surprising Joe who waited for more from the senator from New York. "It's now May of 2003. By next year at this time, if we're lucky, we may have a potent weapon to use against Bush."
"It's been a while since we attacked Iraq and it looks," the Senator from Delaware said with a wink and a slight pause. Joe turned his head again to face this new speaker. "It looks like," the senator from Delaware continued after the dramatic pause, "no one's going to find any weapons of mass destruction."
Silence descended and Joe sat, bewildered. He'd already turned in his report to The Agency. He knew the Nigerians weren't selling yellowcake uranium to Saddam. The President of Niger told Wilson so in person. Besides, Abu down the hall, who Wilson could trust implicitly to give him all the dirt, told him Niger wasn't selling yellowcake to Saddam because Niger couldn't meet Saddam's timeline. It made sense to Joe at the time. Wilson had been ambassador to three African countries. He was no fool. He knew that the President of Niger wasn't selling yellowcake to Saddam for some reason beyond good sense. If the Nigerian President wasn't selling it was because he couldn't or wouldn't meet the terms of the buyer.