How I Knew. Here's a Hint: It's Always About Me

A long time ago Jeff Alworth of Blue Oregon and the new, very fun Low on the Hog,  had a White House Scandal pool.  He posted about it at the American Street:

And so, in an American Street exclusive, I am now setting up the White House Scandal Pool. Predict which scandal metasticizes and results in: 1) criminal charges (either against Bush or a member of his administration), 2) impeachment hearings, or 3) ethics hearings (either against Bush or a member of his administration), and you win the pool. Because many of you will select the same scandal, you must include the following information to be eligible: the scandal, the timing of the scandal, and the result of the scandal.

The way I figure it, commenter Al Peck won because he picked Libby/Plame/August.  I picked Libby/Plame/July.   Of course we were all way off on the timeline thanks to Miss Run Amok's dogged refusal to expose her pals in the WHIG.  If it hadn't have been for that diversion, Fitzgerald said about an hour ago, he would have been having today's press conference a year ago.  Imagine if this press conference had happened in October of 2004.  The WH owes Miller lunch.

You're probably wondering how I could have been practically telepathic knowledge of which member of Team BushCo would finally end up taking a fall for one of the many, many scandals from which we always have to choose when it comes to these guys.  The answer is simple: The Parallelist Unification Theory of History. 

H.R. Haldeman, E. Howard Hunt, G. Gordon Liddy and L. Patrick Gray  all contributed not only to the scarring of the national soul but also to the life of an impressionable nine year old me, who, while watching the Watergate hearings daily with my mom, decided that I'd be "eRobin" from then on.   That was a lifestyle choice I had to keep quiet around my dad, who named me for his dad, Roy Elsmer.  I remember my mom reassuring my troubled father over dinner that I could call myself anything I wanted but my legal initials would still be RES.   Oddly, he wasn't thrilled when I didn't change my name after getting married, keeping my initials the same.  "Don't you love him?"  he asked me.

Anyway, ever since finding out that Scooter was also known as I. Lewis Libby, I knew he had to be the first to go down to preserve the parallelism of History.  Also, working for Cheney in any capacity increases someone's odds of breaking the law exponentially.   If only I had picked October instead of July ...  Still, it's a day for celebration.

UPDATE: People are starting to get hip to the reference Fitzgerald made to the implications of Miller's refusal to cooperate with the investigation. 

Comments

[DavidByron]

You're probably wondering how I could have been practically telepathic knowledge of which member of Team BushCo

Well actually that's exactly what I was wondering. But then I stopped wondering about that and started wondering how you could have had a practically telepathic knowledge of how I'd react to reading the article.

Hmmm.

[eRobin]

That's easy. Once you start reading any blog equipped with Typepad's Psychic Autoblog feature, as this one is, I have full access to your thoughts.

[Jeff]

Good god. I'm putting my awe on the how-did-you-remember-that-post element of your commentary. Because I didn't. Well cheers to you: did I offer any cash or prizes, because if so, I need to start fashioning a story that will allow me to welsh on it.

I will give you this: You ROCK!

Of course, I got Libby, too...just a year later.