Maybe If We Put Karl Rove in a Push-up Bra?

Yellowcake forgery is just too hard to understand. Does it come with chocolate frosting? Real chocolate frosting? The news coverage of the Plame case is curiously circumspect about the uranium issue and the falsified documents. Documents forged with such cynical indifference that they were detected by Google.

GOOGLE.

The forgeries are always mentioned in the last paragraphs of newspaper columns and mentioned only as the motive for the Plame outing. As if the more serious scandal was Libby and Novak conspiring to ruin (or end) one woman’s life. Not, you know, the lies told to the American people to get them to support an insupportable war.

Not that 'the people' care too much one way or another.

I think that this scandal would get a lot more attention if it had some more sex. The only real sex in the whole affair is the “sexed-up dossier” that David Kelly slit his wrists over. And, frankly, that dossier still wasn’t too sexy.

Maybe the press and the folks at home would care more if there was a big-tittied bimbo involved. Look at 1987. The Year of the Bimbo. Donna Rice, Jessica Hahn, and Fawn Hall. People paid attention to the news in 1987.

Of course, this was before Al Gore gave us the Porno-Superhighway, so maybe people were just jerking off.

But I still think this scandal needed more sex.

AP-
I. Lewis Libby confessed on the stand today that he leaked the name of CIA operative Valerie Plame at the behest of his longtime companion, Karl Rove. “Karl could just be so demanding, you know? Forceful. I found myself doing things I didn’t really feel comfortable with, but….oh, Karl I need you. Take me back.” After a mostly incoherent account of the Novak leak and the real status of the Niger documents, Libby broke down again: “I thought he loved me. He was always so tender.”

Now I’m sure that Rove is a considerate lover. But, Scooter, never mistake a reach-around for love.