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Speculating on Libby

I'm imagining this brief conversation late tonight between Scooter Libby and Dick Cheney (courtesy Bob Dylan):

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

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    Re: Speculating on Libby (none / 0) (#1)
    by Talkleft Visitor on Sat Dec 17, 2005 at 01:05:27 PM EST
    Or this one from the same source for a conversation between Libby and Fitzgerald:
    No, no, no it ain't me babe. It ain't me you're looking for Babe.


    Re: Speculating on Libby (none / 0) (#2)
    by Talkleft Visitor on Sat Dec 17, 2005 at 01:05:27 PM EST
    Bush to Scowcroft: You've got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend. Bush to Cindy Sheehan: Go 'way from my window Leave at your own chosen speed. Ray Nagin to Michael Brown: You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. Rove's Cellmate: Standing next to me in this lonely crowd, Is a man who swears he's not to blame. All day long I hear him shout so loud, Crying out that he was framed. Tristero to Cheney: Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul George W. To Laura: Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess.

    Re: Speculating on Libby (none / 0) (#3)
    by nolo on Sat Dec 17, 2005 at 01:05:27 PM EST
    tristero rules.

    Re: Speculating on Libby (none / 0) (#4)
    by Edger on Sat Dec 17, 2005 at 01:05:27 PM EST
    Libby's conscience to Libby? Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government signs for all to see. I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. ---thanks to Leonard Cohen