Journalism on the march

Yes, we're all rooting for the treason charges to be meted out against Rove and Scooter, and curious as to whether they'll be drawn and quartered or just face the firing squad once they're convicted. Whatever the fuck is up with Judith Miller is more confusing, though. The Washington Post has a writeup detailing where things currently stand; basically, the Times seems to be holding off on writing any story about what exactly why Judith Miller was so buddy-buddy with a man named Scooter and why she deemed it necessary to go to jail rather than testify to a grand jury when she received the same waiver from Libby that other reporters found acceptable. Making things really, really bizarre is the letter that Libby wrote to Miller reiterating that waiver. There is some speculation that it is a coded message; one kind of hopes so, because I don't even know how to take the following passage at face value:

You went to jail in the summer. It is fall now. You will have stories to cover–Iraqi elections and suicide bombers, biological threats and the Iranian nuclear program. Out West, where you vacation, the aspens will already be turning. They turn in clusters, because their roots connect them. Come back to work–and life.


Also on the topic of journalism, we saw Good Night, and Good Luck. the other day, and it was wonderful. Edward R. Murrow and Joe McCarthy never traded mash notes about their vacation homes, I will tell you that.

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