Wednesday, April 29, 2009

And not even a lousy magazine cover to show for it.


"Security Breaches: Scooter Libby went to prison for the "outing" of a desk-jockey CIA agent. He forgot conversations. Pelosi forgets briefings. And the outing of our entire intelligence apparatus by Democrats is OK."

... but not nearly as glamorous, unfortunately.

Rest of article, here.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I was listening to the PodCast of NPR "Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me" and one of their panel (Tom Bodette (Yeah, the Motel 6 guy, I believe)) had this on it:

"You know I think that that argument that they got good information, so what's the problem??... It's like, you accuse a shoplifter of stealing, and he says "Well, call it what you want. But look at all this great stuff I got!"

Perfect.

- Mongo Will Leave The Light On For You

Dean said...

That analogy absolutely sucked.

Perfectly.

Anonymous said...

Well, it seemed to bring down the house.

But, Howard, if you don't think that's funny...

- Mongo, you gotta horsesh** attitude...

Road Dawg said...

Consider the audience of "the house"

The same National Public Radio that was caught in an anti-conservative smear and forced to apologize?

It's easy to make that kind of mental stretch (analogy) when you're playing to a house of liberals.

Don't hurt yourself Mr. Lloyd, getting pretty thin up there!

Anonymous said...

Road Kill,

Well, whatever the hell you're talking about (While were at it, we should just caveat that that phrase is in my response to every single post you ever type. So, forevermore: "Whatever the hell you're talking about...")...

I doubt that the good folks at "Wait. Wait. Don't Tell Me" and the studio audience members would have been part of the Vast Left Wing Conspiracy that apparently owed an apology to "the conservatives", whoever the hell they are.

So I'll stick with the Tom-Bodette's-Got-Jokes! angle, and you keep being a simpleton and "slightly psychotic" Blutto.

Deal?

- Mongo, Watching Road Kill Pour a Jar of Mustard on His Already Stained Shirt As He Slumps in His Chair. "Mr. Blutarsky... zero point zero."