And as the GOP Presidential candidates wince…

AP has reported the following:

“President Bush commuted the sentence of former aide I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby Monday, sparing him from a 2 1/2-year prison term in the CIA leak case. Bush left intact a $250,000 fine and two years probation for Libby, according to a senior White House official, who spoke on condition of anonymity because the decision had not been announced.”

Watch the Republican Prez candidates back away even further from the Bush Administration.

PAD

UPDATED 7-3: THIS JUST IN…It has been announced that Scooter Libby will indeed go to jail since, as it turned out, Bush commuted the sentence in error: He thought he was guaranteeing no jail time for Phil Rizzuto.

UPDATED 7-4: Well, I have to admit, I underestimated the GOP candidates. Thus far, to my knowledge, they’ve lined up behind Bush. In fact, amazingly, they’re even managing to blame Bill Clinton. “Hey, Clinton pardoned people who the public thought shouldn’t have been, so why shouldn’t Bush?” The obvious answer is that because Bush set himself up as being morally superior to Clinton.

It seems that the GOP candidates are simply without shame. Or perhaps they want to preserve the option of extending clemency to their own people when they commit crimes.

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Katherine Keller’s CBLDF challenge

Katherine Keller, editor of “Sequential Tart,” has asked me to post the following challenge:

“If I get 40 emails (kadymae at operamail dot com) with a proof
of a donation of at least $25 to the CBLDF since 6/10, I will
personally hand Charles Brownstein a cheque for $1000 at San
Diego.

I’ve got 30 people so far, as well as an amazing co-offer. A
gentleman by the name of Carl Rigney has offered to match my
$1000 if I get the 40 emails.”

She has ten more to go. It’d be cool if the remaining ten came from readers of this blog.

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Open Letter to Mets Catcher Paul Lo Duca

Hey Paul (like we’ve met, right?), I see you’re getting hammered in the media lately. On Thursday, pressed for comments about your blow-up with the umpire,you said to reporters, “You need to start talking to other players….Some of these guys have to start talking. They speak English, believe me.” The result was that “Daily News” reporter Peter Botte began his story with “Paul Lo Duca announced…that some of his Spanish-speaking teammates need to be held more accountable by the media.” The article made you sound like a racist. Exasperated, you said the next day, “Right now I’m a gambler, a racist, and I like 18-year-old girls. That’s the perception of people in New York about me. Is any of it true? No. None of it. Yet no one knows that.”

Paul, as the self-appointed representative of people in New York, I’m here to say in this letter that you will likely never read that the people of New York are able to perceive shoddy journalism and passionate players when they see them.

Joel Siegel

I met Joel Siegel, the perpetually chipper TV movie critic, a few years ago during New York is Book Country. We were both going through a similar fatherhood experience, being fathers of youngsters at a much later point in life than we would have expected–he with his son, Dylan, and me naturally with Caroline. He, however, had written a book about it, “Lessons for Dylan.” I bought a copy of his book from him, he signed it for me, wishing me “Mazel Tov” on the birth of Caroline, and we also chatted for a few minutes over how “Casablanca” may well be the greatest movie ever made.

What a nice guy.

I just read he passed away from colon cancer at the age of 63.

That sucks.

PAD

“Darkness of the Light”

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Above is the cover to my latest novel. Those of you who have read it should feel free to use this space for coments.

Also, you guys can help me out with something: I’d like to know whose local bookstores are carrying it and, more particularly, not carrying it. I’m trying to get a feel for what sort of market penetration it’s gotten. So even if you’re not buying it, let me know if it is now, or ever has been, on your local shelves.

PAD

COWBOY PETE WHACKS A LIL’ BUSH

I think it’s no secret that the old Cowboy isn’t exactly the biggest fan of George W. Bush. So it was with some anticipation that I was looking forward to Comedy Central’s “Lil’ Bush.”

Granted, I was annoyed since I really thought the proper abbreviation is “Li’l.” And I had some trepidation over the notion of taking a cartoon series that was designed as a series of shorts and expanding it into a half hour series. Then again, I was dubious over the prospect of expanding the four foul-mouthed kids from the Santa versus Jesus short making the rounds in Hollywood into “South Park,” and I was wrong about that. So I was willing to give this one a shot.

In “Silence of the Lambs” (yes, this segue is actually relevant) Hannibal Lecter, in giving Clarice a clue about Buffalo Bill’s killing patterns, says, “Doesn’t it seem desperately random to you?”

Watching “Lil’ Bush” for two straight weeks reminds me of that in that it is isn’t simply not funny. It’s desperately not funny. Watching the writers of “Lil’ Bush” go for laughs is like watching a drunk midget in a batting cage swinging at a high fastball: The misses are so wide that the only amusing thing about it is the endeavor, and even then it’s kind of winceworthy.

Out of date before it even got on the air (Lil’ Rumsfeld?), bewildering in its own concept and continuity (George HW Bush is president, but we’re toppling Hussein, there’s an adult Condy Rice and Ðìçk Cheney co-existing with the kid counterparts), tasteless beyond the pale (Lil’ Ðìçk Cheney has sex with Barbara Bush, winds up taking refuge in her uterus and has to be delivered via abortion…yes, you read that right), all I can wonder is: If a Bush-despising liberal who doesn’t mind jokes in poor taste considers it unwatchable, who the hëll is the intended audience for this thing?

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