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November 16, 2005
Now We Have Ourselves A Weenie Roast
Bob Woodward has found his way, yet again, into a Beltway bruhaha, with a side of criminal conspiracy. (Not Woodward himself, although, his collusory relationship with those in power is a shade unseemly for a "supposed" fourth estate Brahmin.)
He knew Valerie Plame before even Novak. So why didn't this dumbass say anything before? Is it just me or, thirty years ago, did he have some balls? Or is he too stuffed with canapes from Ben and Sally's to actually, you know, report anymore?
But at least with Woodward in the woodwork, the scandal is complete. Now all we need are some tapes, Judge Sirica and a dog named Checkers (oops, wrong Nixon scandal.)
Posted by emily at November 16, 2005 5:08 PM