Whitehouse.org and Georgie's statement on Scooter-gate

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President's Statement on the Sad, Yet Insignificant Felony Conviction of Low-Level Functionary Scooter Libby

...Scooty's a nice falla. And let me add, Uncle Cheney is all busted up over this sham of a mockery of a kangaroo court guilty verdict. Y'all in the press beat up on my sugar daddy Dick, but you should back off. He's had a hell of a couple of weeks – assassination attempt, blood clot, nightmares about the tens of thousands of people he's shipped UPS to Allah, or Jesus, or Jewgod or Xenu.

Lots of folks think Dick is a petty, bullying megalomaniac whose life of privilege has poisoned any feelings of human empathy; a hunchbacked handwringer who holds democracy in contempt, whose only faith is in the cock-hardening rush that comes with playing God. But the truth is, he's a lil' hugga bear who only did what he thought Richard Nixon would think was right. And make no mistake, he regrets throwing a close friend and confidant under the bus in order to save his own ass. Let me correct that: he regrets suggesting to his close friend and confidant that he throw himself under the bus, because in my book and in Uncle Dick's book, love of political party trumps love of country. And everybody say "A-MEN!"

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And so, in that light, I am prepared to make this statement concerning the Libster: you're doing a great job, boy. Just keep eating shit, smiling, and don't you worry none - Uncle Dick and I forgive you your sloppiness. You had every right to try and defend yourself, even if Uncle Dick and I had decided you were going down a loooooooong time ago. In the future, whenever I write something down, I will remember to use that little grade school chalk board Pickles gave me. I thank you for your service, Uncle Dick thanks you for your service, and so does Karl, even though that brainiac meat pear sure hasn't been earning his keep recently.

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Don't worry about your family, we will care for them with all the sensitivity and attention of the mafia caring for the tacky wife of a capo sent up the river. Hopefully, you are not despairing. No need to go the Ken Lay route – although I hear Buenos Aires is nice this time of year. In closing, I am attaching a little something-something that you can cash in while I'm feverishly burning the midnight oil December 31st, 2008. Keep your pimp hand strong, Scooty!