The Leak

Had it not been for Patrick Fitzgerald, the entire Plame leak case would have simply been business as usual among those who ride the exercycles of power here in the tri-lateral commission gym. No, embarassingly, it's on the front pages of papers and on CNN. Of course, half the public hasn't got a clue what the case is about...but still...

The worst is that my boss, Dick Cheney, has had his name bandied about. He comes into the gym like a bear and yells at everyone. I slink behind my desk when he come in and hope he doen't have a reason to see a hatcheck girl. If he sees a CIA guy mullling about, he simply takes out a taser and zaps him. It's not good to be CIA around here right now.

It's not so good beteen Mr. Cheney and the neocons, either. Every meeting becomes a yellling contest. It gets kind of embarassing. Richard Perle ended up tangled in a particularly complicated piece of weight lifting equipment when he mentioned to Jack Hannah that perhaps leaking more CIA agents would take the onus off of Scooter Libby. Make it sort of a common thing to happen in Washington, therefore making the Plame case seem insignificant, so Perle argued. Or maybe he was joking. Either way, it took a half hour to extract him.

I really don't know what the fuss is about. Inevitably, everyone will get a pardon, as the president gets to act as Deus ex Machina in this little play.

I'm not all that worried. I think the Tri-Lateral Commission Gym is here to stay.