JOE WILSON: THE END OF AN ERROR
"As National Public Radio described the story behind Joe Wilson's amusingly titled book, "The Politics of Truth: Inside blah blah blah blah, A Diplomat's Memoir" (available on the $1 table in fine bookstores everywhere), in May 2004:
"Last July Wilson wrote an op-ed piece in The New York Times saying that this particular intelligence regarding Iraq was false. A week later, columnist Robert Novak revealed that Wilson's wife, Valerie Plame, was a CIA operative."
This is like saying: "John Hinckley shot Ronald Reagan; Reagan later died." Every word of that is true, but what it implies — that Hinckley killed Reagan — is false.
In the exact same way, the grand White House conspiracy promoted by Wilson and the mainstream media cites chronological events to prove causation.
The media's conspiracy theory is:
(1) Wilson said Bush's famed "16 words" in his 2003 State of the Union address — "The British government has learned that Saddam Hussein recently sought significant quantities of uranium from Africa" — were a lie.
(2) Wilson's wife was then revealed to be an "undercover" spy at the CIA, exposing Wilson and his family to danger.
(3) Therefore, she was "outed" by the White House as retaliation against Wilson for calling Bush a liar.
Point 1 of liberals' conspiracy theory has been proved false since Britain's Butler Commission reviewed its government's pre-war intelligence on Iraq and concluded that "the British government had intelligence from several different sources indicating that this visit was for the purpose of acquiring uranium."
It was again proved false when our own Senate Intelligence Committee also concluded, in July 2004, that Saddam Hussein had sought uranium from Niger.
So there went the White House's motive for muddying up Wilson: Government fact-finding commissions, here and in the United Kingdom, were muddying up Wilson on their own simply by finding facts.
Point 2, that Wilson's wife was an undercover agent, has been proved false even to the willfully blind since Special Prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald announced the conclusion to his pointless investigation last year, saying that Plame's employment with the CIA was not undercover, but merely "classified."
Everything is "classified" at the CIA. They have no idea when 19 terrorists are about to hijack commercial aircraft and slaughter 3,000 Americans, but the CIA is very good at play-acting James Bond spy games.
How covert was Valerie Plame at the CIA? Her top-secret code name was "Valerie Plame."
All this should have been enough to end conspiracy theories of White House skullduggery. But the nation's newsrooms simply continued asserting that someone in the Bush White House had "outed" Valerie Plame, despite the fact that revealing her employment with the CIA was not illegal.
Thus, as recently as January of this year, a New York Times editorial said the issue of the "leak" about Wilson's wife, whom the Times called "a covert CIA operative whose identity was leaked" (two strikes already), concerned "whether the White House was using this information in an attempt to silence Mrs. Wilson's husband, a critic of the Iraq invasion."
Read all of Blonde-Ambitions essay, as it is noteworthy, spot on, and from a tall chick with legs that go on forever and great cans.
PostShot: The pic is from a private party Ann attended after appearing on The Late, Late Show in La-La Land.
EMAIL: "So, were you there?"
What are you, nuts? Who'd invite me to anything? First, they'd have to find a place for me to stand where there's nothing breakable, second, there'd have to be enough food around so I don't start giving longing looks of abject desire towards the fatter folks in attendance, and thirdly, the only time I get invited to anything like this it's usually to stand outside and watch the door. The last celebrity I rubbed shoulders with was Paul Newman, and even though we've been acquaintances for many years he kept forgetting and asking if I'd parked his car in the lot he was familiar with. Joanne kept elbowing him and he'd apologize then ask me again a half hour later.
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