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Over at Human Events, J.P. Freire adds his usual fun/smart two cents to the Libby chorus. Here's how it begins:

My last boss, New York Times columnist John Tierney, referred to the entire Plame affair as "nada-gate." If you're in Washington, you care about this mostly unimportant court case because you can't order a sandwich without overhearing more about it. It was the OJ trial of the city, but let's be clear here. The absence of two dead bodies, mounds of evidence, and a high-profile car chase only gives insight as to just how bored people are in this town, and how desperate the media is to entertain us. This was not the trial of the century. It was far less interesting than the Simpson trial, and it makes you wish someone had died.

The story was on its way to being Watergate, as long as everyone respectfully played along and pretended that Secret Agent Joseph Wilson and Secret Agent Valerie Plame were involved in super-double-secret covert operations. If this couple had been singularly responsible for finding evidence to invade Iraq (which, thankfully, they were not), the eventual trial would have ended with a flourish. Instead it just squeaked like some small animal dying.

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