I accuse Patrick Fitzgerald of using the courts for a personal
vendetta (related to the old Marc Rich case). I accuse Patrick
Fitzgerald of improperly using his closing argument to broaden the
case into an indictment of Dick Cheney and of thereby sliming
Scooter Libby of guilt by association. I accuse Fitzgerald of
improperly intimating to the jury that Libby betrayed deadly
national secrets. I accuse Fitzgerald of extreme inconsistency in
giving blanket immunity to Ari Fleisher without even knowing what
Fleisher would say, while badgering Libby for hours on end in order
to trap Libby into saying anything, anything at all, that this
modern-day Inspector Javert could claim was perjury. I accuse
Fitzgerald of manufacturing a case out of whole cloth even after
knowing, almost from day one, that there was no underlying crime. I
accuse Fitzgerald of treating Libby (and Rove) entirely differently
from Richard Armitage. I accuse Fitzgerald of manifold abuses of
his prosecutorial authority and discretion. I accuse Fitzgerald of
persecuting an innocent man. I accuse Fitzgerald of megalomania. I
accuse Fitzgerald of bloodlust. In short, I accuse Patrick
Fitzgerald of being a lousy excuse for a human being. And I hope
our Maker, the Great Author of All Justice, will do true justice in
the end.