Not me. The more Wilson opens his mouth, the worse he looks, and the more discredit he heaps on his own sorry head.
You'll no doubt recall that the "big story" of his peace mission was quickly deep-sixed once it became clear he was a moron on a fool's errand -- something to the effect of, "I drank sweet tea all day and talked to people in my hotel room. They promised that there was no yellow-cake."
If Wilson's story is true, then it would appear that Valerie Plame has to do a bit of 'splainin' of her own, to the nice folks at the FBI.
It wouldn't surprise me at all to learn that the enterprising (if overtalkative) Ms. Plame is even now arranging for a hit man to tell dear old Joe to STFU.