Sunday, March 11, 2007

Ballad for Scooter Libby

(Inspired by the recent Scooter Libby trial in Washington, my friend Stan Balter has written this epic poem, which he has graciously contributed to my blog. Stan, who I have known since boyhood, was an engineer and later a Wall Street securities analyst before his retirement. He has long been an astute observer of the American political scene.)
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Said Rove to Libby and Cheney-um,
Saddam must have bought some uranium.
Send Joe Wilson to try
To find where and why.
We'll have us a swell casus belli.

Said Libby to Rove to Dick Cheney,
This Wilson, he really does pain me.
The reports from this man
Don't fit in with our plan.
They're not what the White House demands.

Said Rove to Libby to Cheney-ous,
Reality and truth are extraneous.
No problem, relax,
Manufacture some facts,
And shout "terror." That always distracts.

Said Cheney to Libby to Rove-r,
Wilson's wife, she works under cover.
If Joe won't play out game
We'll leak Val Plame's name.
The reporters will know whom to blame.

Said Cheney: You know our agenda.
There's no one out there to defend her.
If we hurt the CIA
That's a small price to pay
As long as King George gets his way.

Get to Miller and Cooper and Russert.
Be coy but be sure to discuss it.
They'll do the job for us,
They'll join in the chorus.
That's good, 'cause our case is not flawless.

Armitage could help spread the word
By telling some things that he heard.
He might talk to Bob Novak.
That'll help get us back
At Joe for his op-ed attack.

What? You say that our plans are imperiled
By Prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald?
He'll look into the leak,
But his case will be weak.
The reporters will not want to speak.

But Fitzgerald continued his probing,
Found proof of official misquoting.
I know Libby's lyin'
I'm sure that he's tryin'
To protect someone way up the line.

Said Cheney and Karl Rove to Libby,
Scooter, just be a bit fibby.
It's just common sense,
You forgot some events.
Use the "who me?" amnesia defense.

So tell 'em: I can't recollect.
After all, what do you expect?
My day job's real tough.
I have more than enough
Can't be bothered with trivial stuff.

Tell 'em: I just can't recall
The nitty and gritty and all,
The when's and the who's,
And everyone's views.
I forget, you'll just have to excuse.

Perjury's Fitz's contention.
Memory lapse is Libby's invention.
Fitz says Scooter's lying
With repeated denying.
He's obstructing the case Fitz is trying.

But Russert and Miller and Cooper
All said that you're telling a blooper.
Cheney's note makes it clear
That the story is queer.
There's obstruction and perjury here.

Just forgetful? The jury said no.
That's not what the facts clearly show.
Though not yet admitted,
Perjury was committed.
No way can this man be acquitted.

The jury says he's a felon
Because of the lies he's been tellin'.
His tale's out of sync
He belongs in the clink
In spite of his close White House link.

I suspect that this story's not over.
We must still deal with Cheney and Rove-r.
They must bear some blame
For outing Val Plame
And smearing Joe Wilson's good name.

For now, Scooter, you take the fall,
But were you really running it all?
The chief orchestrator?
And main obfuscator?
Were you the whole scheme's perpetrator?

Fitz says there's a cloud over Cheney.
(Was the whole plan really so brainy?)
From the whispers we hear
It's really quite clear
There must be a chief puppeteer.

Is it Karl? Is it George? Is it Dickie?
Who tried to be slickily tricky?
To start a war we despise
Based on half-truths and lies
And pull the wool o'er America's eyes.

Val was hurt in the process, of course,
But she'll still have the last laugh because
Your leaks are erroneous,
Your actions, felonious,
Your cover-up, full of baloney-ous.

4 Comments:

Blogger Hoots said...

Fabulous!
I missed it in August. Thanks for reposting.
Now that the trial is over it is even more delightful. And a string of limericks it is, just in time for St. Patrick's Day.
What more can you tell us about your friend Stan? He seems to have a bit of Blarney in him.

Sunday, March 11, 2007 5:00:00 PM  
Blogger Ginnie said...

Hi Mort: I love the extension of the original ditty. Your friend is very clever and, although I'm glad it ended as it did, I think it is far from over. He will have to add a few more stanzas I'm sure.

Monday, March 12, 2007 8:56:00 AM  
Blogger joared said...

Tell your friend, Stan, he outdid himself with this one! Of course, with such material to utilize he gets a chance for a real workout with such words as "orchestrator," "obfuscator," "chief puppeteer," "felonious" and "baloney-ous." Now, if somehow the official nexus would experience sudden memory recall, Stan could be off and running with another verse for us. Thanks to Stan.

Monday, March 12, 2007 11:49:00 PM  
Blogger Ivan said...

It does not translate well from a Slovak saying but here it is:

Stan was kicked by the Muses.

Sunday, March 18, 2007 1:40:00 PM  

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