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Her response was. . .Huh?
I ran names past her. Fitzgerald. Libby. Wilson. Plame. She recognized Plame--or maybe by then she just wanted me to shut up. And, thank goodness, she knew Rove and Cheney.
This is a well-educated savvy person I was talking to. A voter who actually reads those circulars the League of Women Voters sends out at election time.
For a moment I thought heck, it's like the RWA fiascos. Whenever I talked about RWA with my Real World friends they'd say So? Who gives a shit? And I have to agree. Yah, it's really nothing, isn't it. No point in going on about the whole sad saga of the Definition of Romance. The great Inspiration and Erotica writers' schism.
For maybe a second I thought that.
But then I had to tell her write this down--I have a list of sites to visit to learn more about Rove, Libby and the gang. Most of the sites are unbiased, like Fitzgerald's.
The implications (and there are plenty, no matter what Fitzgerald said) of the story affect us all--and I don't mean just Americans. The backstory of the current administration's actions is probably far worse for us than the story behind the stain on the damned blue dress. ** And if any of you don't know what I mean by the blue dress, then never mind. You aren't from this universe.
Far worse implications, but not nearly as lurid as Clinton's story. I wish there was some sex in this particular saga. That would make the thing a lot more interesting and memorable to the people who aren't wonks, eh? We at least need a Maureen Dean.
I wish I could call her and my father now. Yeah, the situation is beyond partisan politics, but I know they'd have done a lot of cheering and jeering-- and maybe have some big foam fingers to wave.
Here's a take on the whole thing--came from a comments section here. (Yes, the General is more radical.)
As I watched Mr. Fitzgerald's press conference, I had this...this strange, vaguely nostalgic feeling come over me...
...it was, at long last and undeniably, a small resurgence of pride in my country. YES, I thought; YES, THIS is the America I remember. He spoke of the crimes that have been committed by those in control as, well, CRIMES against our country. OUR country, not the personal, decimated playground of corruption that the current cabal seems to think it is. The Constitution. The First Amendment. A government where even the most powerful shitbag is no match for the system, when it works, when it is in the hands of people such as Fitzgerald. Rove's (and, hopefully, others') come-uppance may still be a dream deferred, but for today, at long last, I felt good about living here again. That was Fitzmas for me.
** the first version of this sentence was the familiar liberal cry of "Clinton just did it to one woman, the current administration did it to over two thousand American servicemen and their families." If it was just a matter of 2000 people performing oral sex it would be a much more amusing and interesting matter. Yeah, okay, Teresa, I'd worry about offending people but in the face of this no one can remain indifferent. I hope.