...and wait.

I read some stuff online yesterday claiming that the special prosecutor in the CIA leak case was targeting President Bush as well as Vice President Cheney.

While the posting was thorough enough to make it seem like it might be from a legit source, the crucial detail of former Secretary of State Colin Powell showing the infamous Plame memo to Bush and Cheney on Air Force One sent my bullshit detector a ring-ring-ringin'.

Because, for obvious reasons, the president and the vice president are never on the same plane. Duh.

And suddenly I remembered how we've been played by these cats in the White House so many times before. They are slippery, slippery, slippery.

So as of now, I'm officially not getting my hopes up.

I think there will be indictments, sure. And Washington is certainly buzzing with lots of talk of indictments at the highest level, and contingency plans.

But I don't want to get caught up in the pre-schadenfreude thing.

After all - remember the exit polls on election day?

See ya next week y'all.

(Or maybe tomorrow night at Firlefanz?)

Peace,

B.

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