Informant38

We can try to articulate, though it's very near the futile edge, why Bush's pardon of Libby is a wrong thing, and we should. So here. Because it is the stunning hammer, the blunt instrument, the immediate weapon visited upon our hope for a brighter future. "Our" meaning something that doesn't hold Libby and Bush as essential. "Our" meaning something that is kept by, or caught by, or at the mildest impeded by what these men are in the world as we live in it now.
Other brighter quicker minds have explained that keeping Libby in a legal limbo will enable the duplicitous "can't talk about it, ongoing case" curtain to drop over what he did, and what he is, and who he really has served by his moments in the public sector, or behind it and around it.
The particulars of his case aren't what he is to us, it's the connection, the connections, the lines of intrigue and force that go out from his busy mornings and evenings as what he was employed as for that time, a lobbyist, a man of influence and persuasion, someone who could align power and opportunity in ways that brought outcomes to realization that were seen as furthering to the still untouchable men and, we have to begin to recognize this, spirits for whom he labored.
The tacit delusion is Libby has nothing to do with Israel, with Perle and Feith and Abrams and Wolfowitz and Iraq and now Iran, but that's all it is, delusion.
The energy generated by the crepuscular fitting together of all these disparate bits of work burns toward impeachment - it's a natural desire, to punish these men who've seemingly ridden what could have been down into a choiceless morass of bad inevitabilities - but we need to look past that, quickly, toward whatever could put an incompetent fool like Bush at the head of the government of what was at the time the most powerful nation in the world, and Cheney with him and all these little bit players alongside.
It either is a concerted move by something big enough to do that, or it's just cumulative degradation, moral entropy, the piled-up shit of a Darwinian clot of rampant assholes gathered in one place and festering, breeding its bugs and maggotty larvae.
Bush got there, and Cheney and Libby and all them got there by people taking the simpler easier way through, that it's an accident, bad luck, just inertia and momentum and organized greed. That's the first way it comes together as plot and narrative, without the story's comforting sense of some end in mind. Flailing creeps of great complexity striking the vulnerable still-not-quite thing we promised to become, this big experiment, democracy, America.
Or you could look toward something with intent, that meant this, that tells Bush what to do if not what to say, and has Cheney's balls in an invisible vise from which he can't get free, and has Libby's soul in its wallet, and in its arrogance and vicious egotism will stay its course through increasing proof it's doomed us all.
It needs our ignorance and our selfishness to do this, and those are the things we have, by denying them refuting them refusing to obey them, those are the things we have, all we have, to stop it.