Valerie Plame, One Hell Of A Coming Out Party
Since last year, the fervent prayer emanating from the left side of the blogosphere has been for a Happy Fitzmas. Their dream has been that somebody, anybody, big in the White House would be charged and convicted for the heinous crime of outing CIA employee Valerie Plame. The party line goes as follows: the leaking of Ms. Plame's name to Robert Novak revealed classified information, exposed her to unknown personal dangers and risked exposure of any covert operations she may have been involved in during her time with the Agency.
To date, the spirit of Ebeneezer Scrooge has prevailed. No indictment has been forthcoming. Further, to date, there have been no reports of damage to the intelligence projects she may have been involved with and Ms. Plame has not been endangered.
What has happened is that she has been subjected to assaults by paparazzi whenever she enters one or another of the spiffy events she is now invited to, wearing a designer dress and a lovely smile. And she is now being burdened with a $2.5 million advance for a book about her trials. Think of the book tour and rounds of TV interviews to come. Oh, the horror!
To date, the spirit of Ebeneezer Scrooge has prevailed. No indictment has been forthcoming. Further, to date, there have been no reports of damage to the intelligence projects she may have been involved with and Ms. Plame has not been endangered.
What has happened is that she has been subjected to assaults by paparazzi whenever she enters one or another of the spiffy events she is now invited to, wearing a designer dress and a lovely smile. And she is now being burdened with a $2.5 million advance for a book about her trials. Think of the book tour and rounds of TV interviews to come. Oh, the horror!