That, and the timing's propitious.  A sane person'd think, now that jury selection's begun, it might be a little late to be working the prospective jurors with press coverage, seeing as how they're not supposed to read coverage about the case.  Those dollars were, like Rover challenging in the NJ, VA and MO senate races, wasted.  Must be nice to have rich friends....

First bad vignette:

He's going to be the poster boy for the criminalization of politics, and he's not even political," said Mary Matalin, Mr. Cheney's former political adviser.

This is an old, worn-out swaybacked nag of an argument.  I first remember hearing it back in the 80s, when the WSJ editorial page and Republican pundits decried "the criminalization of policy differences" so often one was convinced they'd built the phrase into a macro on their wordprocessors.  It was most prominently used in defending the Reagan admin figures, including Poppy, against the mere idea their violation of the Boland Amendment (and other chicanery) could possibly be crimes - which they were.  

Oh, yeah.  I forgot.  "Ken Starr" meant something about "criminalizing politics", too.  Barbara Comstock, too.  Silly me and my memory... how could I forget?

And "not political"?  In this White House?  Puhleese.

The yearbook photo.  For all yearbooks, the photos should be printed through a process which dissolves the image into nothingness, after 10 or 15 years.  No help to Scooter, but yearbook photos are no help to anyone else, ever, for that matter.  Poster boy....

This vignette most definitely does not help in a perjury trial:  

"He could remember not only all 79 `Star Trek' episodes, as I could, but he knew all the titles, too," Mr. Hindle said. "I think he always liked fantasy."  

No one cares about liking Star Trek.  But, when accused of cooking up a false story for the [pointed]  ears of the FBI, "liking fantasy" is probably not a defense-friendly character trait.

Then, there's this hilarious vignette:

Both fans and critics of Libby might be surprised by some anecdotes from Yale, where Libby graduated in 1972. Fellow students recall his helping silkscreen T-shirts proclaiming "solidarity" between Yalies and the Black Panthers and going with shoulder-length blond hair and in a leather jacket to help at an anti-Vietnam War demonstration.

Referencing this, a FDL commenter calling themselves "Black Panther Party" says:

Stop prosecuting the white black man known as Scooter! He is one of us, man!
. . .
BTW, what kind of tie is our brother wearing today?

Well, Scooter, in the words of your bros:  "Up against the wall, motherf**ker!"

But, seriously, who is this supposed to help, or humanize?  It sounds like he was one of the rowdy campus boys in "The Women's Room" (or some other feminist tract novel of the mid-70s), all talking big about violently overthrowing the system, at least until Kent State.

Or, maybe it's an attempt to make him likeable to the minority population of D.C.  If so, doubly no-help, because Scooter comes off vaguely like "Boon" Schoenstein in Animal House, leading the Delta frat boys into the Dexter Lake Club, where Otis Day and the Knights are playing to an all-black audience, proclaiming:  "it's Otis!  He loves us!"

No.  Otis does not love you.  Never did.

Journalism -- gotta love it