The Madness of George W., Redux
Well, we couldn't have been terribly surprised to see this today. Although when I did see it on the news, while I was at the gym, I did have another out-loud "what the fuck?!" moment.
President Bush has proven that he can once again play chess with the justice system by pardoning Scooter Libby. (Who knew old Monkey Ears was smart enough for chess? By the way, the link in the paragraph above will take you to the Fox News account of the story--might as well get it straight from the horse's ass.) Bush was gracious enough to allow as how the verdict was in, but the goshdurned sentence was just too durned harsh. So he commuted the portion that would have sent Libby to prison for 30 months. You know, the way he said that anyone connected with the Plame leak would be sent to prison? Yeah--appears he's changed his mind. What are we going to do about it, after all?
Oh, but he's allowing the $250,000 fine to stand, dagnabbit! Because he has to throw the little people some sort of crumb. And after all, the taxpayers won't be on the hook for that or anything. No, sir--no creative accounting will come to pass there, I'm sure. "It's still a pretty harsh punishment," Bush insists.
Well, sorry, Dopey, but it's not quite enough. So here's an idea, George: how's about you eat a nice big bowl of chili, then make Scooter stand behind you in a closed elevator for 5 hours? No panic button, no little phone thing. Just Scooter and tooter.
Or, how about this: we'll let Libby off without even a fine if you throw us the one who's really responsible for this fucking mess (besides you, of course):
That's right, George. Give up Dick.
(Boy, I'll bet you never thought you'd hear that one, did you?)