Imagine you're I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby. I know, it's not easy.

[MSgt213]

It's not easy imagining yourself striding manfully down the corridors of power or plotting the overthrow of tyrants while answering to the name of "Scooter."

"Scooter, how's it hangin'?" "Scooter, have to seen the TKA-143 report?" "Scooter, are you going to eat all those fries?" Or, in intimate moments of scalding passion, "Oh, Scooter, Scooter--scooter me like you've never scootered me before!"

But let's pretend.

You're Scooter Libby, and you're being royally, publicly screwed.

Before you had a low profile within the neocon hierarchy and the red-hot circle of the White House decision-making machine. You didn't have the mouthy, controversial profile of a Richard Perle or Paul Wolfowitz, or the negative rap of a Doug Feith, a.k.a., the dumbest fucking man on the planet. But as Dick Cheney's chief of staff you were in what Seymour Krim called "the High Inside," the hum of power vibrating through your bones, a major player, a force.

And now look at you.

http://www.jameswolcott.com/

[madeline_con]

1. Oh, Scooter, Scooter....

suck harder!

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[Greeby]

3. This part

"Once your nameplate has been removed from your desk, Burns will simply find himself another Smithers to pledge groveling obedience."

Comparing Cheney to Burns and Libby to Smithers? How apt :rofl:

[TheCowsCameHome]

4. Roto-Rooter for the Scooter . Poor Irving. Such a nice boy.

[punpirate]

5. Wolcott's right...

... there has been a notable tendency of leaks toward Libbycide, huh? :)

[Jade Fox]

6. Ah, the ever wonderful snarky-ness of James Wolcott!

I hope lil' Scooter decides to "burn it down. Burn it ALL down!" Love this part:



No, those you've been loyal to are now disloyally sliding the blade into your
back and not even allowing you a dignified sacrifice. They've broken the
code of silence are leaking like mad to the LA Times (leaking: the perfect
euphemism for being pissed on), drawing a lurid portrait of you as a zealous
obsessive with an almost homoerotic fixation on Joe Wilson.

The blame game has become the frame game.

[Cha]

7. James Wolcott Burns!

Don't go Down alone, scooter!