This just in from Rick the Peanut Guy: FireDogLake‘s Reddhedd is stocking up on popcorn for the show, and I’m tossin’ fresh hot peanuts for the — which inning is it now? — of this monumental muthah of all ballgames.
According to the WaPo, the only folks known to have been on that July 12, 2003, flight from Norfolk to DC on Air Force II are Cheney, Libby and Catherine Martin. Well, now isn’t that interesting?
Barton Gellman has put together one hell of a narrative that raises a whole lot more questions than supplying answers. But in reading through this article, one thing becomes very clear to me — those questions are going to be asked over and over again until they are answered. Somewhere between Katrina and the Libby indictment on Friday, the last bit of curtain got pulled up.
And an awful lot of the questions are about Dick Cheney. Not just here on this blog and other progressive spots in the blogosphere, but everywhere. And now the WaPo puts him smack dab in the middle of a conversation with Libby and Martin on how to deal with the “mosquitoesque” critic Joe Wilson — with a sledgehammer just a few hours after the flight […]
… Cheney was suddenly feeling directly threatened, not just the Administration as a whole, and that just can’t be allowed to stand unchallenged? Wonder how it feels to be left hanging by the boss that you’ve served with all you have? Wonder how the others working for the VP are feeling now? Watching your back can get exhausting after a while. […]… Could be any number of people trying to twist the knife deeper for Libby to save their own skins: Grossman, Rove, etc. Or it could be Tenet or McLaughlin or someone at CIA trying to pull out the Libby knife and plunge it into Cheney’s heart of darkness. (Emphasis mine.)
Do you like your popcorn buttered?
Want your hot nuts salty? … Watch now … I’m tossin’ the peanuts with the knuckle ball Fitz taught me.
[editor’s note, by susanhu] For non-Mariners fans, Rick “Peanut Man” Kaminski is famous “for throwing bags of peanuts to his customers at pro sports events in Seattle, along with a tennis ball sliced open enough for the patron to place his money inside for the return toss.” (Seattle Times)
