But with a preponderance of breaking news that the road to Cheney's cottage-cheese ass leads through Scooter's planted lips, I'm starting to feel all tingly at the prospects:
The key is Cheney and the WHIG. As Digby put his "log line" on this subject several months ago, this whole thing really boils down to the White House resorting to unsanitary means not just as the usual political payback, but as a means of obscuring what they knew to be untrue; that is, they knew that the odds were very good that Wilson knew exactly what he was talking about, and was not talking out of school out of petty political motivation, but to set the record straight.
The problem is not the endless parsing of whether these fucks knew that Valerie Plame (or "Victoria Flame", if you prefer) was NOC or not, but rather their motives for trying to defame Joe Wilson with charges of nepotism. (Imagine, these people who work for George Walker Bush, suddenly having a problem with nepotism. I'm just sayin'.)
The WHIG is the key to demonstrating their motives. What did they know, when did they know it, and how much did Bush and Cheney personally know, both about the factuality of Wilson's claims, and the tactics undertaken to smear Wilson?
Even Pravda has gotten in on the game:
So, um, who wants to be the one to break it to Richtard Cohen that Fitzgerald isn't wasting the taxpayers money at all, that this has ramifications reaching right into the very heart of the trumped-up justifications for invasion? Perhaps Richtard should take a break from ignorantly harrumphing in print, go back to tossing Meredith Vieira's salad for a couple months, then maybe see if there's room for him at The Corner, fetching apple fritters and forty-dogs of Bosco for the Doughy Pantload.
And for Christ's sake, I assume that the Democrats have more of a strategy for all this than "watch them self-destruct from the sidelines". If they are not aggressive and pro-active about this, if they do not step in and pimp-slap these motherfuckers, 2006 will be a wash. The political vacuum cannot persist; someone will have to fill the void. So be ready, chumps -- this is your brass ring. Death grip that mofo.