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Valerie Plame Wilson, Part II

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Valerie Plame was covert.  

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11:14 am ET:

Westmoreland going for opening comedy, auditioning to be the next Huckleberry Graham. But, is he a Paul Linde bachelor like Graham?

Huckleberry Westmoreland fishing to see if Valerie was sloppy with her own secret status, ad going after Joe. As we say in the fishing world, he's getting skunked. Sorry, Redstate! Sorry, LittleGreenRacists!

Kucinich covering groud that seems a little scattered. Sorry Kucinich fans. He is asking questions to suggest a conscious plan from the White House, almost to say (but not quite) "conspiracy."

11:19 am ET:

Ms. Watson getting some things nailed down for the record. More headaches for Byron York, who's in The Corner going "La la la I can't hear you!" Okay, he's actually staring down intently at his laptop, hiding from Marcy, but still. . .

11:25 am ET:

Mr. Lynch, sounding very New England. . . I want to hear him say, "Can't get theyah from heyah." But I digress.

This chart the Dem side keeps working off is nicely done. Lynch doing preamble. Getting to the CIA' decision making process to send Joe to Niger.

Valerie, under oath: I DID NOT RECOMMEND, DID NOT SEND, DID NOT HAVE THE AUTHORITY.

Did everyone get that? Valerie is now telling the full story of the way Joe was selected to investigate the yellowcake rumors. This needs to be recorded and saved in video, fer shur.

Fresh thread for continued testimony from Valerie Plame Wilson.

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Pachacutec

Pachacutec did not, as is commonly believed, die in 1471. To escape the tragic sight of his successors screwing up the Inca Empire he’d built, he fled east into the Amazon rain forest, where he began chewing lots of funky roots to get higher than Hunter Thompson ever dared. Oddly, these roots gave him not only a killer buzz, but also prolonged his life beyond what any other mortal has known, excluding Novakula. Whatever his doubts of the utility of living long enough to see old friends pop up in museums as mummies, or witness the bizarrely compelling spectacle of Katherine Harris, he’s learned a thing or two along the way. For one thing, he’s learned the importance of not letting morons run a country, having watched the Inca Empire suffer many civil wars requiring the eventual ruler to gain support from the priests and the national military. He now works during fleeting sober moments to build a vibrant progressive movement sufficiently strong and sustainable to drive a pointed stake through the heart of American “conservatism” forever. He enjoys a gay marriage, classic jazz and roots for the New York Mets.

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