The day, in summary
Sometimes the cup just runneth over, you know? There's so much happening now that I don't even know where to begin. But I'll try to do you readers a service and sum up some of the news keeping bloggers in a twitter these days. As if you don't know.
:: Of course the biggie is the impending outcome of Patrick Fitzgerald's Plame leak investigation. Will Rove be indicted? What about Scooter? Will there be nary an Administration official without his hands in cuffs by the end of this sordid process? I'm trying not to get too giddy, because I think the not-even-a-little-disguised glee of many on the left is a bit unseemly, but honestly, it's like waiting for a snow day.
:: Then there's the nearly equally thrilling contretemps between the New York Times and their erstwhile employee, Ms. Judith Miller. While the squirming of just about everybody has a high entertainment factor, the results on this one promise to be less interesting, because it's all so inevitable, so ho-hum, so predictable. Judy will not return to the newsroom, she'll flee with her 1.2 million dollar book deal and an undisclosed but untoward severance package, and she'll retreat to her cabin out west, where she'll write a book about how horrible the NYT is, and the Times will commence with months of self-flagellation and penance until their readers finally cry, "Stop! You're boring us to death!"
:: In other news, there's the floundering Harriet Miers nomination, which would be funnier if it weren't so sad. It's like they pulled Rose off the Golden Girls and made her a Supreme Court nominee. It's just not nice.
:: And lest we forget, there are the indictments of Tom DeLay and Jack Abramoff, as well as the investigation of the looking-shadier-every-day Bill Frist stock shenanigans.
So, what does all this tell us, children? Well, hell, I don't know. Look both ways before you cross the street?
:: Of course the biggie is the impending outcome of Patrick Fitzgerald's Plame leak investigation. Will Rove be indicted? What about Scooter? Will there be nary an Administration official without his hands in cuffs by the end of this sordid process? I'm trying not to get too giddy, because I think the not-even-a-little-disguised glee of many on the left is a bit unseemly, but honestly, it's like waiting for a snow day.
:: Then there's the nearly equally thrilling contretemps between the New York Times and their erstwhile employee, Ms. Judith Miller. While the squirming of just about everybody has a high entertainment factor, the results on this one promise to be less interesting, because it's all so inevitable, so ho-hum, so predictable. Judy will not return to the newsroom, she'll flee with her 1.2 million dollar book deal and an undisclosed but untoward severance package, and she'll retreat to her cabin out west, where she'll write a book about how horrible the NYT is, and the Times will commence with months of self-flagellation and penance until their readers finally cry, "Stop! You're boring us to death!"
:: In other news, there's the floundering Harriet Miers nomination, which would be funnier if it weren't so sad. It's like they pulled Rose off the Golden Girls and made her a Supreme Court nominee. It's just not nice.
:: And lest we forget, there are the indictments of Tom DeLay and Jack Abramoff, as well as the investigation of the looking-shadier-every-day Bill Frist stock shenanigans.
So, what does all this tell us, children? Well, hell, I don't know. Look both ways before you cross the street?
posted by gurgly at 11:37 PM
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