And the walls come tumblin’ down…

Isn’t it great? I mean, if you haven’t read or heard the news by now, you will. Scooter Libby has decided to not be the fall guy after all and has named Cheney as the man who told him to leak secret info to the press and that Bush approved the order. Ha! I hope they get what they freakin’ deserve. I can hear Dickey’s ticker clacking away as we speak. Poor, Shrub. He’s probably swilling vanilla extract in the broom closet of the White House kitchen and shitting his pants.

Also…Alberto Gonzalez has told the investigators that Bush’s warrantless spying program applied to communication within the US as well as calls from the outside.

If I were Condi Rice I’d stay on the airplane and fly right home to Birmingham.

These geese are getting cooked. I think they should string up the lot of ’em for treason on the mall in D.C.

Oh, happy day!

Johnnyboy

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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.