Dear Lewis “Scooter” Libby,
In an age when bureaucrats and politicians are expected to fudge the truth from time to time you sir, have stolen the show. Not since the Nixon administration has there been an administration that is so transparently crooked, so appallingly corrupt. Someone in the administration was bound to get caught with their shorts around their ankles. The media vultures were circling. Someone had to take the fall, and you stepped up to serve your masters. Kudos, sir. Your name will resonate in the halls of American history. Well played. You took one on the chin for your team and there is little doubt that your sacrifice will go unnoticed by your superiors.
You committed one of the most serious offenses one could imagine and got away with it relatively unscathed; you committed treason.
Not in the legal sense that there was a paper trail leading directly back to you, of course. No, your masters have far too many lawyers covering your treacherous ass for a mistake of that magnitude. But the signs are there, clearly visible to anyone with the right kind of eyes.
By now most people know the broad strokes of the story, but for those not paying attention I will briefly recount the shameful narrative.
1) Joe Wilson, diplomat to Africa and Iraq during much of the Bush administration, was sent to Niger to find evidence of Iraq purchasing nuclear material. He found none. Wilson publicly stated that it appeared as though the Bush administration was “exaggerating the Iraqi threat” in order to justify an invasion.
2) In revenge, an infuriated White House outs Wilson’s wife, Valerie Plame, as a spy which compromises an entire network of American secret agents.
Make no mistake, Mr. Libby. You betrayed your nation.
For nearly 20 years she led two lives, one public and one secret. She risked her life every time she went overseas to gather intelligence. If she were found out and captured she could not even depend on her own nation to help her out as she had what the CIA calls “non-official cover.” This means that the nation she would die to protect could disavow any knowledge of her and write her off. She did this out of a profound love for her nation. She was and is what you never could be: a patriot.
Her role in the CIA has been downplayed by your puppet-masters of late, but you know better than that, don’t you? She wasn’t some entry-level secretary at the CIA, as they would have us believe. Her job was to keep tabs on loose weapons of mass destruction. She tracked nukes. This is, without a shred of doubt in my mind, the most important job a spy can possibly have. This is service that cannot begin to be repaid in kind. And for her extraordinary service you sold her down the river, putting the welfare of our republic at risk, in some petty revenge plot drummed up by traitors in the highest levels of government and carried out by their goons and yes-men.
Our Augustan president deemed your two and a half year long wrist-slap “too excessive,” commuting the entirety of your prison term. This is the punishment for treason, it seems. You deserve what traitorous bastards have always been given. You deserve an execution, not a commutation. You should have been a pariah, your name synonymous with Benedict Arnold’s. But you serve powerful men and will no doubt continue to suckle at their teat of power like the piglet you truly are.
Choke on your 30 pieces of silver.
Sincerely, Jason Caviness .
