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Queen of the Jailhouse

Jailhouse Judy:

A U.S. judge ordered New York Times reporter Judith Miller to jail Wednesday for refusing to divulge her source in the investigation of the leak of an undercover CIA officer’s name.

“There is still a realistic possibility that confinement might cause her to testify,” U.S. District Judge Thomas Hogan said. Miller stood up, hugged her lawyer and was escorted from the courtroom.

Earlier, Time magazine reporter Matthew Cooper, in an about-face, told Hogan that he would now cooperate with a federal prosecutor’s investigation into the leak of the identity of CIA operative Valerie Plame because his source gave him specific authority to discuss their conversation. “I am prepared to testify. I will comply” with the court’s order, Cooper said.

This allows Miller to be really play up the First Amendment Martyr angle, but we’re not buying. It’s interesting that Miller’s source didn’t give her the same call that Cooper got.

Regardless,I’m sure the other inmates won’t be amused when she’s hollering “I was fucking right!” through the bars all night long.

In her honor, we offer up Aimee Mann’s King of the Jailhouse:

The king of the jailhouse
And the queen of the road
Think sharing the burden will lighten the load
So they pack up their troubles
In an old Cadillac
That’s her in the mirror, asleep in the back

Baby, there’s something wrong with me
Baby, there’s something wrong with me
Baby, there’s something wrong with me
That I can’t see
That I can’t see

And they don’t give the answers
At the end of the test
So you can’t simply stand there and hope for the best
So wake me up at the border
When we reach Mexico
I’ll tell you a secret I don’t even know

Baby, there’s something wrong with me
Baby, there’s something wrong with me
Baby, there’s something wrong with me
That I can’t see
That I can’t see

Honey, I don’t wanna turn around
And go back there – do you?
I think you know something I don’t know
That I need to

Baby, there’s something wrong with me
Baby, there’s something wrong with me
Baby, there’s something wrong with me
That I can’t see
That I can’t see
That I can’t see

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