I have here in my hand a list of 242 card-carrying members . . .
 

I can confirm that Spanky is not a Penske sock, although they do look quite similar, minus the kilt.

Clement Moore aint got nothing on me
 

When Slave is inspired to verse, you know it's a good story. Mike Kinsley agrees.

• Confused? Sure. Who isn't? One entertaining aspect of the story that is expected to reach some sort of climax today is the struggle of the media to summarize or label it. Once upon a time someone went to Niger, which is not Nigeria, and off we go in time and space. Even Fox News has been driven to compound sentences.
  
  All the glam elements are there: a secret agent, international intrigue, sex if you know where to look, blogs, moral dilemmas, movie-of-the-week dialogue at the White House. (Aide: "Mr. President, somebody has inserted a lie into your State of the Union address!" The President: "This is clearly the work of al Qaeda. We must invade Iraq immediately. Or is it Iran?") But somehow all these elements don't cohere. Alfred Hitchcock coined the term "McGuffin" to describe the gimmick that keeps the plot moving. He said you need one. The trouble here is not the lack of a McGuffin but a surplus of them.
  
  You can't knock the names, though. Above all, there is the wonderfully Pynchonesque Valerie Plame. And yet the eponymous heroine of the affair has actually been offstage the entire time. Except for a brief appearance in Vanity Fair, posed rakishly with her husband in a sports car, it's been "Hamlet" without the Prince of Denmark.
  
  The husband's name is forgettably bland. Joe Wilson? Then there is the aide to the vice president who answers to the call of "Snooker." Or is it Smoky? Or maybe Sunshine? In the typical movie about Washington, a character labeled as an aide to the vice president might just as well carry a sign saying, "I get killed off in the first five minutes." And yet Skipper, or Snappy, starts out as an obscure minor character and floats up steadily to the point where he is the central figure of the entire drama.

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/42136
 

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/42136

sfw.

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/42136
 

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/42136

sfw (unless the filter reacts to the word "shit").

I have here in my hand a list of 242 card-carrying members . . .
 

Having a dialogue with yourself seems a lot less pathetic when you use socks. WTTW.

I have here in my hand a list of 242 card-carrying members . . .
 

I'm afraid I don't really see your point. I haven't done any of those things. I spent a couple of days trying to talk him down from his manic rant and all it seemed to do was to exacerbate the situation.

If you really cared for him you would stage some sort of intervention, but instead you encourage his insanity. Is it because he serves your political agenda, or is it just for your own cruel pleasure because he amuses you and is so easily manipulated?

And Slave aint got nothing on me
 

Twas the night before Fitzmas, and in the White House
> Every one was scared shitless, and Bush was quite soused
> The indictments were hanging like Damoceles' sword
> As verminous oxen prepared to be gored
>
> The perps were all sleepless, curled fetal in bed
> While visions of prison cells loomed in each head
> And Dick in his jammies, and George in his lap
> Were sweating and swearing and looking like crap
>
> When out on the web there arose such a clatter
> The blogs and the forums were buzzing with chatter
> Away to the PC Rove ran like a flash
> He booted his browser and cleared out his cache
>
> The rumors that flew through the cold autumn air
> Made Dubya shiver with angry despair
> When what to his horror-filled eyes did he spy?
> A bespectacled man with a brown suit and tie!
>
> With an impartial manner that gave Bush the sh*ts
> He knew in a moment it must be St. Fitz!
> With unwavering voice, his indictments they came
> He cleared out his throat and he called them by name:
>
> Now Scooter, Now Libby,
> Now Blossoming Turd,
> Now Cheney, dear Cheney,
> Yes, you are the third
> To the bench of the court
> Up the steps, down the hall
> Now come along, come along,
> Come along, one and all!
>
> He then became silent, and went right to work
> He filed the indictments and turned with a jerk
> And pointing his finger at justice's scale
> Said, "The people be served, and let fairness prevail."
>
> He then left the room, to his team gave a nod
> And the sound could be heard of a crumbling facade
> And we all did exclaim, as he faded from sight
> "Merry Fitzmas to all, and to all a good night!"

And Slave aint got nothing on me
 

Nice crib job, Santa.

And that its innaccurate. But hey, what the hell

And Slave aint got nothing on me
 

I wasn't really trying to claim credit, just as I assume you didn't write your version. (My apologies and kudos to you if you did). I was just making sure that both sides of the issue were portrayed in equally artistic fashion.

Fair and balanced, you know. It's a cliche and a watchword.

Scooter (how can a 55-yr-old guy go by that name? christ) indicted
 

lying to fbi in 2003
lying to grand jury in 2004
obstructing justice (probably by lying) in 2005

And he has resigned as of like 1 minute ago.

Scooter (how can a 55-yr-old guy go by that name? christ) indicted
 

Good. I hope the door hits his foot on the way out.

Now, who's next? Anyone believe Fitz will stop at one?

Scooter (how can a 55-yr-old guy go by that name? christ) indicted
 

At least he didn't allegedly rape anybody, I guess. . .

Scooter (how can a 55-yr-old guy go by that name? christ) indicted
 

Scooter (how can a 55-yr-old guy go by that name? christ) indicted
 

Dunno. Intriguing reference in the indictment to "Official A" having spoken to Robert Novak about Plame working for the CIA. Also interesting -- seeing the actual testimony alleged to be false. http://www.usdoj.gov/usao/iln/osc/do...t_28102005.pdf

Scooter (how can a 55-yr-old guy go by that name? christ) indicted
 

Looks like Cooper and Russert are giving Libby the heave-ho. Backbone for the fourth estate, eh?