This is freaking maddening!

[longship]

Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not. It's driving everybody coo-coo.

We're likely getting indictments today, but we won't know because Fitz has got his cards held extremely close to his vest. He may announce tomorrow.

Some conservative outlets are reporting no indictments. The silly, twisted boys are spinning like wild tops. They choose their words carefully so that no indictments announced today can be interpreted as no indictments period. Stupid bastards.

Imagine how the WH must be twisting and turning today.

I think I'm going to start drinking very heavily until this thing goes down. Maybe that will offer solice. ;-)

Cheers, folks.

Actually, I've work to do. Better get at it. Nothing to see here today.

[electropop]

1. Remember that as much as we hate waiting...

the criminals are sweating it out in much greater misery. There, don't you feel better now? Don't you hope it stretches out as long as possible?

[longship]

2. That's what I said.

WH is undoubtedly getting *nothing* done, no matter how much lipstick they put on the pig.

[Dogmudgeon]

3. It's kept me going

I'm a patient man. I know how agonizing it is just dealing with mundane problems like checking account errors or car registration. Having to wait to see whether they are indicted must be aging Rove, Libby, and several other malefactors at a rate of several years per month.

Even if Bush perceives himself as untouchable, he's seeing his entire crew fall away, leaving him increasingly isolated, uncounseled, and having to make his own decisions. It may explain why he has been less arrogant -- and more clueless -- than usual.

Heart attacks, strokes, the rapid and unexpected development of cancers, and suicides are common in such settings of unrelieved distress. It's like being a child in a severely religious household who has been promised a bare-butt whipping -- with the belt -- when Poppa gets home. And then Poppa has to work late. The anticipatory fear alone constricts the bronchi enough to produce feelings of strangulation. There's the pallor, the benign heart arrhythmias that are felt in the throat and behind the eyes, the inability to concentrate on anything other than the coming punishment.

And the mind plays the same scenario over again and again --

"Guilty!" ... "Bend over, you little piece of shit!" ... "... to five years imprisonment ..." ... *CRACK!* ... the report of the stroke, the searing pain ... the humiliation, the screaming ("Is it me, or is someone else pleading?"), the weeks of degrading news coverage, a life that spins out of control, financial ruin, the traitorous welts and bruises exposed in gym class ... the clink of the metal doors and the electronic lock mechanisms moving into place ... the new world of unending drug-like agony, abandonment, fear, misery, helplessness ...

And the saccharine prayers after the beating. The required theatrical public "acceptance of responsibility". The friends who will snicker the next day in school, or during supervised parole -- and who will be relieved that it wasn't them who got caught. This time.

And the mind plays the same scenario over again and again --

They're getting theirs, all right. But unlike abused children, these are adults who played dice with the lives of other adults, and entire nations, sending tens of thousands to their deaths ... and lost. They are not suffering the customary death sentence. They are "getting off easy" with unrelievable misery. But it's more mercy than their victims received.

--p!

[electropop]

4. Wow, excellent article - I recommend you make it its own thread.

You paint such a vivid, painful picture. Gorgeous piece of prose.