Three weeks ago I said, “Scooter Libby has as much chance of doing time as Paris Hilton does.”
And now Paris, God bless her emaciated ass and empty skull, is incarcerated. Our Dear Scooter may not be far behind.
A U.S. judge said Thursday he will not delay a 2 1/2-year prison sentence for a former aide to Vice President Dick Cheney in the CIA leak case, a ruling that could send I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby to prison within weeks.
Source: cbsnews.com
I guess this will, aside from providing me with immense satisfaction, pride in our judicial system and sending me on a three day joy-bender, end the speculation regarded whether or not Bush will pardon Our Dear Scooter, and, if so, when he’ll pardon Our Dear Scooter. He either will or won’t. And it’ll be now or never. Call it a “straight up or down vote†if you like. Which is what my GOP buddies love to talk about. Until it’s a vote on something like No Confidence in Gonzo. Then they filibuster.
Yes, that actually happened this week.
Despite sharp rhetoric on both sides, the Senate defeated a Democratic effort to bring up a “no-confidence” motion on Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, saving both Gonzales and President Bush from a potentially devastating political defeat. By a 53-38 margin, the Senate voted against ending a filibuster on a non-binding resolution stating “that Attorney General Alberto Gonzales no longer holds the confidence of the Senate and of the American people.” 60 votes were needed to overcome the Republicans filibuster and to begin debate on the actual resolution.
Source: freemarketnews.com
Back to scoots; I can’t imagine Bush would allow Our Dear Scooter to languish in prison until he slinks out of office in January, 2009, and crawls back to west Texas to drink himself blind on cheap bourbon and bore the poor bastards down at the VFW about how he was on the front lines in Iraq.
Does he wear his Bush Fly Boy Suit to the office every day? I mean, he is on the front lines after all.
I expect he’d be in uniform, with that huge fucking codpiece showing off what three tube socks and a roll of duct tape can do to impress the ladies.
I’m afraid to ask what’s in the water bottle.
I’m not normally in the business of giving good advice to people I despise, but in this case I’ll make an excepton: Hey Scooter! Don’t drop the soap!