bits and pieces

So Dubya spared Scooter Libby the opportunity to be prom queen at the federal pokey.

I still find that whole situation laughable. They convicted him of lying to a Grand Jury. OK, I'm not saying that's a trivial matter. It's not. That act should not go unpunished. But the underlying premise was that he could have been convicted of treason for disclosing the identity of a CIA operative. No, he couldn't, because he didn't. If he did, he'd have been skewered fifty ways from Sunday by now, in ways Dubya could never have undone. The only people who thought she was a CIA operative were, well...her...and her husband, who thought he was a diplomat, even though nobody was employing him in that capacity. Those two are dilusionally meant for each other. Valerie Plame was no more a CIA operative than I am. Sure, it may have blown away her opportunity to become one, since the word was out that she was a paper shuffler in Washington. It may have dashed those hopes of being unchained from her desk inside the beltway for a more exciting assignment. No more dreams of stealing her way into Paris to uncover the secret behind...French Toast.

The whole terror plot in Britian and the suspects behind it have me puzzled. All this time I've been led to believe these suicide bomber people are poverty stricken, uneducated, unfortunate souls with no respect for human life, who are easily convinced to end their lives for the instant gratification of an afterlife that ends their earthly misery, and helps some cause they've been brainwashed into calling their own. These doctors apparently were educated people, not exactly below the poverty line. I would assume men in the healing profession have some regard for human life. What motivates these people to do something so horrible, and don't they get the idea that this isn't exactly the method to endear the world to your cause? Terror and intimidation don't exactly insipire the masses to say, "Oh, I want to be like you."

I'm not a huge Serena Williams fan, and I would have missed it completely if it wasn't on the TV in the gym last night. Her win at Wimbledon against Daniela Hantuchova was an incredible display of grit and heart. She went down with a strained calf muscle in the second set. She got some healing help from a rain delay, but watching her fight through the obvious pain and win was quite a show.

John Daly is rumored to have stayed at Kid Rock's pad in Michigan when he played the Buick Open last weekend. Any guesses on the over/under number for how many empties are in the recycle bin after that sleepover? I'm thinkin' we're into triple digits.