Libby Trial
February 23rd, 2007 |FDA:
All about me, right from the outset of Pat’s closing argument, I saw people begin to look at each other. Furtive, sidelong looks popped out all over. There I sat just behind the defense table, and I watched the lawyers sag and share occasional “oh shit” looks. Wells had his forehead resting on his hand, anchored on the table, remaining virtually immoble throughout. Junior defense attorneys, unconsciously mirroring his tone, slumped a bit in their seats the way my fifth grade basketball team used to do during a serious ass whupping early in the game with three quarters left to play. Just like my old basketball team, defense attorneys snuck looks at the clock (when will it be over!?). Libby’s brother, who could pass almost for his doppleganger, put his arm around Scooter’s wife. Fitz laid out a long, proper drubbing, and the jury, most of all, hung on every word and breath.
Sounds like Patrick Fitzgerald really burned the house down with his closing argument yesterday. If Libby goes down the Vice President could be on trial next.
