The Poison Pill

A tasty late-night tidbit courtesy of the Guardian UK. Via Firedoglake, of course. Wow, do I ever have a crush on that blog.

"The fact that the information is inaccurate may make it of even greater interest to the grand jury than accurate information,'' said Lance Cole, former Democratic counsel to the Senate Whitewater Committee and now a law professor at Penn State Dickinson School of law.

"Accurate information presumably can come from any number of sources. If he got it from a particular document or in a meeting and that document or notes of that meeting are the only place that the inaccuracy is present, then that establishes the source,'' Cole said.

Turns out that Valerie Plame did not work in the WINPAC area of the CIA, as Judy "Kneepads" Miller's notes from her June 23, 2003 meeting with Cowboy Scooter claim.

Wilson's wife, Valerie Plame, never worked for WINPAC, an analysis unit in the overt side of the CIA, and instead worked in a position in the CIA's secret side, known as the directorate of operations, according to three people familiar with her work for the spy agency.

If this fake info was planted, the perps have been tagged with it's stain.

This reminded me of a paragraph from my boy Sy Hersh's March 31, 2003 article about the Niger Yellowcake forgeries.

“Somebody deliberately let something false get in there,” the former high-level intelligence official added. “It could not have gotten into the system without the agency being involved. Therefore it was an internal intention. Someone set someone up.” (The White House declined to comment.)

Maybe WINPAC is the second poison pill. If all this really is a time bomb cleverly placed by the CIA, it's pretty freakin' slick. These people are supposed to be slick after all. I always found it hard to believe that the US Intelligence Community would let themselves get pushed around and get played for chumps by a gang of vicious morons, a Conspiracy of Dunces, if you will.

The best part: if Judy's bloated, misshapen ego hadn't prompted her to blab about her testimony with such detail in yesterday's NYT, nobody in the "Vile Beyond Words Community" would have found out about this.

What if George Tenet is kicking back in his study right now, wearing only a bathrobe and his Presidential Medal of Freedom, reading the internets while dunking Oreos into a cold glass of milk and laughing his ass off? "Judy, you stupid ass beeyatch! You're going dooown, Dickie Boy, you greedy little hick! "

I know it's only Monday, but this is starting to feel like a week-long orgasm.

PS: A note for all you Knotty Head Neo Con Bandits out there: next time bring your own bags (paper is better for the environment than plastic) and make sure no sneaky tellers are stuffing DNA tagging devices into the cash money mix.