Love and truth win out when Skooter is awarded the rap--it is illegal to out a CIA agent who has done nothing wrong--while Cheney, Bush, and Rove stroll off to play a round of golf, their conversation audible to others sworn to secrecy. Who knows what they discussed that day? Who knows if they even went out on the green? Somebody knows what they said that day.
Publicized was the fact that the dynamic duo were angry when Bush 43 refused to pardon Libby right on the spot. I mean, how dumb do they think we are? His sentence was commuted--in other words, the sentence to thirty months in jail was commuted, but the conviction was not--another ruined career. Libby still had to do 400 hours of community service under "supervised release." Ten weeks? He might have argued that his brilliant career was community service enough. He did serve some of the American public anyway. He was, moreover, disbarred, "at least until 2012."
Huh? Need a lawyer cheap after 2012? Not a chance Libby will be, even if "re-barred" rather than barred from his profession.
Dumb we may not have been, but dumbed down, yes, according to plans conceived in the early seventies, when the duo's predecessors had seen how dangerous higher education of Democrats was to the status quo.
But still not that dumb. Too burned out by the Clinton massacre to go for impeachment again. I'm still burned out over the eight years of flagrant flouting of national and international law that followed, implicitly condoned by a flaccid public that did not protest sufficiently. Only the progs spoke out and a few other brave souls, including a Buddhist Republican I came upon in the course of some research.
The film itself was a few Hollywood moments useful for recalling a victory of truth even if Carl Rove is now working for Fox News despite having been subpoenaed three times, two of them by the Chairman of the House Judiciary Committee, John Conyers, and once by Cliff Arnebeck and other brave, progressive lawyers in Ohio still fighting the illegal outcome of the 2004 presidential vote in their state.
Acting good, casting as good as possible. I think that Sean Penn stole the show despite all the villainous but unprepossessing celebrity cameos. Naomi Watts was too well dressed and otherwise trying too hard.
The film ends with the real Plame betraying her former employers to testify in her own defense, joining her husband in public to corroborate his accusation that she had been outed as vengeance for his outing of the CIA-leak scandal, and adamantly siding with love rather than a CIA-induced divorce--could they have cared less? Did they help her find a new job? No, but they were awarded the blame for 9/11 as being remiss on the job. Could they have helped it that Bush ignored their warnings?
The Plame-Wilsons moved from bustling Beltway-land to one of its many inverses, the beautiful Santa Fe, New Mexico. According to a London Sunday Times columnist, in 2007, Libby was "quietly" sending out his resume to various hedge funds. Google would reveal no further information than that, though chances are that someone in his loop had something for him to do in return for wages. Something finance-related.
Ironic that release of Fair Game follows so closely on that of Bush's memoirs, Decision Points, from which we learn that Bush worried about his friendship with Cheney after refusing to pardon Scooter--Cheney was certainly miffed at the time--but today this dynamic duo are good friends once again.
Isn't that nice?
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