Wilson Gets Award For Acting, Destroys Credibility of Tim Russert and Meet The Press
Mr. Wrong:
Life is short, so we won't be reading Valerie Plame's new book, "Fair Game." But Nicholas Wapshott's review in the New York Sun reinforces something we've thought for a long time about the world's most famous "secret agent," namely that she has atrocious taste in men:
"The frequent fights, seething accusations, hurtful words, and entrenched bitterness pushed us both to the brink," Ms. Plame writes. And she is talking about her fights with her husband, not Karl Rove.
"Joe is a formidable opponent in any circumstance, and I felt I was always on the losing side, unable to make my case coherently because so much emotion was involved and so much at stake personally. When communication nearly halted entirely, it became obvious that our marriage was in deep trouble. We retreated further into our shells and each began to contemplate life without the other."
Reading this, you understand why she was so eager to ship the guy off to Niger! Apparently she didn't want him to know that it was she who wanted him out of the country:
"On page 186, Ms. Plame explains she wrote an e-mail that read: "My husband has good relations with both the [Niger] PM and the former Minister of Mines (not to mention lots of French contacts), both of whom could possibly shed light on this sort of activity."
"When this e-mail came to light, in a Senate Intelligence Committee report, the high-strung Mr. Wilson once again launched into a temper tantrum. 'Midway through the silent meal, Joe abruptly got up, dumped his unfinished plate in the sink, and left the room in a wordless rage. . . . Despite my best efforts to explain the innocence of the e-mail, Joe was too upset to listen. He just glared at me.'
"Mr. Wilson comes out badly according to his wife's account: invariably abusing her, storming off, or on the verge of tears, and when the White House concedes that the yellowcake mention was wrong, he does not accept victory graciously but needs to hurl himself angrily onto the national stage to draw the apology to everyone's notice. While Ms. Plame is left home in Washington looking after 7-year-old twins, anxious and exposed, her job in jeopardy, he is gallivanting around America talking to conspiracy theorists and peaceniks in community colleges."
If only she had told the CIA to make it a one-way ticket . . . .
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