Wednesday, November 02, 2005


Imagine the surprise of the conservatives who so admire William F. Buckley (and, in fact, honored him recently), but found out that he doesn't agree with them that there's nothing behind the Libby indictment. (Link via AMERICAblog.)
We have noticed that Valerie Plame Wilson has lived in Washington since 1997. Where she was before that is not disclosed by research facilities at my disposal. But even if she was safe in Washington when the identity of her employer was given out, it does not mean that her outing was without consequence. We do not know what dealings she might have been engaging in which are now interrupted or even made impossible. We do not know whether the countries in which she worked before 1997 could accost her, if she were to visit any of them, confronting her with signed papers that gave untruthful reasons for her previous stay — that she was there only as tourist, or working for a fictitious U.S. company...

The importance of the law against revealing the true professional identity of an agent is advertised by the draconian punishment, under the federal code, for violating it. In the swirl of the Libby affair, one loses sight of the real offense, and it becomes almost inapprehensible what it is that Cheney/Libby/Rove got themselves into. But the sacredness of the law against betraying a clandestine soldier of the republic cannot be slighted.
Remember that President Bush recently said all of today's "conservative columnists and radio hosts and television shows and think tanks" are "in an intellectual sense...all Bill's children." Consider his column a spanking.

If you reach around and find knife sticking out of your back, though, don't get mad at Buckley. You didn't feel it before because it only hit your long-dead sense of ethics and the only fingerprints you'll find on it are your own.

Update: AMERICAblog also points out that the country agrees with Bill on this one.


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