Which would you rather wake up as, a cockroach or a convicted felon?
Gee, what a happy choice! Luckily for Scooter Libby, he doesn’t have to choose. After his conviction in US Federal Court, he gets to be both. He has been through a bizarre, multi-year prosecution in which a special prosecutor, who has only one case and an unlimited budget, gets to present as Byzantine a case as is possible, charging a crime that stems out of an investigation of a crime that apparently never happened. It’s enough to make your head spin.
I’m probably oversimplifying things a bit, but the case against Libby has relied on distinctions that would have befuddled Bertrand Russell. What apparently Libby did is not give accurate testimony about conversations that he apparently had two years previous, while the prosecution witnesses, who don’t necessarily remember things that well, either, dispute what he said. He said, she said, perjury. And prison, presumably.
The whole thing is Kafka and Lewis Carroll with a bit of Camus thrown in for seasoning. And perhaps we could throw in Ionesco and Buñuel, too. And why not Zola, too, while we’re at it? It is the height of absurdity to convict someone in a cover-up of a non-existent crime. So what’s the good news? Libby can probably delay things until about 01/20/09. Then, about midnight, W can pardon ol’ Scooter. Then Scooter can have a cocktail with Marc Rich.
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This whole affair is just ridiculous. I concur with your prediction of a pardon. Given the behavior of everyone else it's just ridiculous for him to serve that many years for close to nothing.
Yep.
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