Nothing to See, Move Along

What we’ve been saying when the Triassic was young and those vicious mammals a future nightmare.

No penalties.  Although the cruelest thing Tenet ever did was let Scheuer loose and wander aimless across the landscape of public discourse.  That and crying on 60 Minutes.  One wanted the Don to slap George on both cheeks and declaim in disgust, “You can start acting like a man!”

It’s all rather pointless in any event — as the community literally dwindles to a handful of full time public servants surrounded by agenda-driven contractors, and the like, one can just imagine a future IG report, full of sound and fury . . .   


  1. says

    A room of dark leather and mahogany, sectioned by odd angles and shadow. Bright sunlight and the dim echoes of a large celebration leak in around the edges of the drawn blinds. TENET is standing, hat in hand, in front of the VICE PRESIDENT, who is seated behind his desk, toying with something with one cupped palm over another; we can’t quite see what is in his hands, it’s about the size of a fist, velvet black. LIBBY stands discretely off to the side.

    But let’s be frank here: you never wanted my friendship. You were afraid to be in my debt.

    I didn’t want to get into trouble.

    I understand. You found paradise at the Agency. The Administration protected you, and there was rule of law. You didn’t need a friend like me.

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