Thursday, March 08, 2007

Eleven Happy Campers

And their St Valentine's Day Massacre, in which they butcher the evidence and vote send a nice guy who would be a ton of fun to prison:

In the Hardball interview linked to above, Juror # 10, Ann Redington, mentioned the same piece of evidence being key, as Juror #9 Denis Collins; that an annotated NY Times Op-ed by Joseph Wilson had been 'given' to Scooter Libby by Vice-President Dick Cheney, and that proved Libby didn't forget that Wilson's wife worked at the CIA.

The problem with that revelation being that there was absolutely no evidence produced in the trial that the Op-ed had been 'given' to Libby.

Not to mention that the syllogism isn't valid even if he had been given the Wilson Op-ed. To wit:

Major premise: Cheny annotated an Op-ed in July by writing that Wilson's wife was at the CIA

Minor premise: Libby was given the Op-ed by Cheney in July

Conclusion: Libby could not have forgotten, in October, that Wilson's wife worked at the CIA

Not only is the reasoning invalid, the minor premise was not established with evidence during the trial. Yet two jurors have said it was! (Undoubtedly because prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald suggested it during his unanswered rebuttal after the Defense closed its case.)

But, Jonah Goldberg feels the pain of the victims:

The Wilsons' civil lawsuit against Dick Cheney, Rove et al — filed, they assure us, "with heavy hearts" — claims that the White House's revelation of her identity put her life and the lives of her children in danger. (Never mind that it wasn't the White House who outed her but Richard Armitage over at the State Department.) Even after baring all for Vanity Fair, the golden couple clearly take every effort to maintain their privacy. While heading for a vacation getaway, Wilson couldn't resist giving one last interview at the Houston airport. One of his sons blurted out for everyone to hear, "My daddy is famous, my mommy is a secret spy."

Clearly the pressures of the Wilson family code of silence had gotten to the lad.

Just last month, the golden couple was spied lunching with Morgan Fairchild at the Four Seasons in Washington. The trio supped on soup and salad and shared a lovely mushroom risotto, which probably won't be on the menu wherever they send Libby. You'd think the golden couple would rate higher than the faded star of "Falcon Crest." But there's a buzz that she might play Valerie in the movie Warner Bros. has just green-lighted about Valerie's life. Other boldface names under consideration include Sharon Stone and Gwyneth Paltrow, so it was really a kindness for the Wilsons to even take the meeting.

Sure, all this might sound glamorous to the lumpenproletariat who don't understand the Wilsons' plight. But such rubes can't comprehend that the only reason the Wilsons had to leap straight to a movie deal in the first place was that the CIA is holding up Valerie's $2.5-million book deal by slow-walking the clearance the book needs for publication. Doesn't anyone understand how development works? Clearly not the CIA, which claims that it still wants to keep secrets. Don't those people read Vanity Fair? That is, like, so 2003!

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