Dick Cheney is aggrieved because Dubya didn’t pardon his familiar:
“I was clearly not happy that we, in effect, left Scooter sort of hanging in the wind,” Cheney said in an interview on CNN’s “State of the Union with John King.” He acknowledged a “fundamental difference of opinion” with Bush on the matter.
A federal jury in Washington convicted Libby of lying and obstructing an investigation into who blew the cover of CIA officer Valerie Plame, whose husband, former Ambassador Joseph Wilson, had criticized the Iraq war.
Bush earlier commuted Libby’s 2-1/2-year prison sentence but before leaving office in January, Bush refused to give Libby an outright pardon.
Cheney said Libby had been unjustly accused and deserved a pardon but Bush disagreed. It was one of the few areas that Cheney has publicly said he disagreed with Bush on during their eight years in the White House.
I’ve made my opinion of Dick Cheney clear in this blog many a time – from his term as Secretary of Defense to the last eight years of a neo-fascist pall over this country. But now, I truly think he is this country’s Beria or Feliks Dzerzhinskiy, or even a low-rent Himmler.
Please, Cheney, find yourself a lair with some self-destructive mountain militia.
Report of the Virginia Tech Review Panel
(Chapter VII, pp 79-82)
At this point, the police may have made an error in reaching a premature conclusion that their initial lead was a good one, or at least in conveying that impression to the Virginia Tech administration. While continuing their investigation, they did not take sufficient action to deal with what might happen if the initial lead proved false. They conveyed to the university Policy Group that they had a good lead and that the person of interest was probably not on campus.
(That is how the Policy Group understood it, according to its chair and other members who were interviewed by the panel and who presented information at one of its open hearings.)
After two people were shot dead, police needed to consider the possibility of a murderer loose on campus who did a double slaying for unknown reasons, even though a domestic disturbance was a likely possibility. The police did not urge the Policy Group to take precautions, as best can be understood from the panel’s interviews.
for you know who you are . . . .
I don’t even have to get drunk to be incoherent these days . . . I just open my mouth and start typing.
We’re in week two of a nice little heat wave that has gone far beyond dog days. More like “someone’s going to go over the edge and kill someone else” days.
We’ve already had one interesting little domestic tiff in my neck of the woods that added a Faulknerian or Tennessee Williams motif to the weather. Nothing special compared to the rest of the country, but something to break the routine around here.
And I still sit here wandering between the niceties of C++ and trying to keep my sanity.
My father spent some quality time in the hospital earlier this month after a confluence of bursitis, a cyst in his calf muscle, diabetic complications and other little things that resulted in his collapsing after I brought him home from a doctor’s appointment.
If anything makes you doubt your own mortality in a big damned hurry, try watching the senior chief petty officer who kept your ass in line learning to walk again and thanking you every minute just for spotting for him as he tries to make it out of a chair or up a couple of stairs. He’s going to be okay in a month or so, but it’s just the thing to knock one’s world into a cocked hat.
Today, we took him for the latest round of a year’s worth of eye surgery. He now probably will see better than I will for the rest of my life, but the capper of the day was sitting at a drive-in with him, eating a burger, drinking a milkshake and realizing that the last time we’d done that together was about 33 years ago.
I’m going to go give myself a dope slap and get back to abnormal now.
Thanks to Bagel, I get another midday reminder of how enlightened some of our God-fearing Christians really are:
Wasn’t this already done as “The Stepford Wives”?
From the Author (via Amazon.com)
My name is Leah Kelley. Though I am the author of several stories, novellas, and novels, I am first and foremost a stay-at-home wife and mother. As far as my writing goes, romance is my passion. I grew up in the late 70’s and early 80’s with Kathleen Woodiweiss, Johanna Lindsey, Amanda Scott, all those authors who used to write the best books with alpha-male heroes. Unfortunately the romance genre has decided to “reform” itself to look better in the public eyes (more politically correct), so you no longer find those good old-fashioned romance stories. As a matter of fact, I rarely find a book on the shelf I want to read anymore. It’s so disappointing.
So I write, as I have done since I was thirteen years old. I love to create stories with strong heroes teaching and leading their feminine heroines as set up in the Bible. Men were never meant to be the wimps the world and the church have taught them to be. They were meant to lead their families, not be a joke to them. They were given authority over all in their families and with that comes the right to back up that authority. Nowhere in the Bible is authority given without the means to back it up. The Bible even says the person in authority has to give account for the ones under his authority. Do you think it would be fair to expect a husband to answer for his wife if he has no control over her actions? I don’t. That’s why I believe he has the right to spank his wife if need be.
In my stories I try to strike a balance between love and discipline. The hero has that “edge” but it is tempered with the knowledge that he loves the heroine and wants only what is best for her. To date I have completed three novels, two novellas, and a host of short stories with many more works in progress. I hope you will enjoy them.
More reading here
Tony Snow must either be clinically schizophrenic or totally without backbone.
I’ve watched at least three interviews with the blithering idiot this morning as he engages on his own Magical Mystery Tour to explain exactly how that keeping White House staffers out from under the encumbrances of sworn testimony on the record will serve the cause of giving the American public the truth about its government.
Snow’s performance, and the assertions of his handlers, reminded me less than vaguely of Christina Aguilera’s own PR tour a few months ago when she did interviews by not allowing interviewers to face her or to ask anything other than pre-approved questions or to deviate from that script.
Tony Snow. What a schmuck.
And, while tangentially related only by current circumstances, I finally sat down last week and watched “Remains of the Day.” If so many people are enthralled by Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter, they’re missing something even more striking in his quiet, painful depiction of the conflict between loyalty and morality and ethics.
Hey Tony! Go watch a movie, if you get my meaning.