Hey James!
Just a note for you, old friend:
That's right James m'boy. You suck. And not in the good, wet way.
I loved you in 1992. I always thought you were a great Democrat and a great strategist.
I loved your sexy drawl and your bald bean.
I had the Snakehead crush going on, big time.
But no more.
Because, you, my friend, are a traitorous Republican piece of crap.
Why do I say this?
You cosigned, with your Chanel + Botox wife Mary Matalin, former chief aide to Vice President Dick Cheney, possibly the worst person in the world, bar none, a letter begging a Federal judge, an officer of the law, to go lenient on the sentence of I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby, a criminal who perjured himself, lied, and obstructed justice.
Libby, as you will recall, stepped up to out Valerie Plame, one of our nation's assets in the war against weapons of mass destruction, as a CIA agent, ruining her career and putting her contacts in danger, as punishment for her husband, former Ambassador Joseph Wilson, speaking up and saying that Bush was full of crap about yellowcake uranium in Niger being sought by Iraq.
This man committed a crime against the safety of the United States, and your own sorry ass, and you begged the judge to let him go scot free.
You aren't even a good person, much less a good Democrat.
Your Republican wife has you firmly by your sadly diminished man parts. She got you to co-sign a letter to a judge thinking of Scooter Libby's children. I doubt Libby thought of the Wilson-Plame children, or the children of the world he made safer while being Cheney's flunky and doing his best to destroy American public servants like Wilson and Plame.
But none of us choose our parents. Maybe the Libby children will suffer from this. Frankly, sir, if you are a good friend to the Libby family, then step up and act as a friend, pseudo-uncle, or godfather to them while their father is rightfully incarcerated for being the consigliere thug of the one of filthiest man to ever hold public office.
The same man your wife works for.
You, sir, deserve nothing less than a slap in the face with a smelly fish.
Here you go: