Hey, looseheadprop,
Good to see you back online! I’ve been missing your comments! Anywho, you promised us a couple of weeks ago a special post on why Patrick Fitzgerald’s “plenary powers” are more limited than most of us were hoping. Did you post it somewhere? or is it still in the works? I’m still interested, in case you were wondering if any of us Firepups were still interested.

Thanks,
Bob in HI

Hear, hear.

Dear Judge Walton,

I cannot divulge my true name because in the course of my work I once met Valerie Plame for coffee and crumpets in a little French bistro. I gave her a valuable lead, but since late July, 2003, I haven’t been able to sleep in the same bed for more than 3 days. My family has had to change their names and move far away – I cannot risk contacting them. One of my associates has become dead under mysterious circumstance, and I fear for my own life every minute of every day.

I hope you think of me when you address your keen mind to the sentencing of Mr. Libby.

Name Withheld

Best of breed.

Us guys in Cell Block 9 done taken a vote and decided that you do the crime, you do the time. Now, we’s all agreed on that Scooter Libby done the crime, but he’s a fall guy like the rest of us, so’s you should show Scootie (we’s already given him a cell name) as much mercy as that shown all of us.

We’s also all know that sentencing is hard work. Just listen to our president. You don’t have the same trouble sentencing, so we’s know you’ll do the right thing by Scootie the Cutie (as we’s call him).

So, Judge Walton, send Scootie to us in Cell Block 9 and we’s will get the truth out of him about him and any higher-ups ratting out Valerie Plame. What a babe. We’s would never rat out a spy lady as purty as her. Some crimes are too horrible even to us.

Sincerely,

Mad Dog Lecter

P.S. Judge, any word on my last appeal? I’m gnawing on my own arm in anticipation. XXXOOO

Now..you are libby….gee ya think it just may be time to realize that jr ain’t coming on a white horse to bail you out??

He needs to clear his throat and start singing while he can or he is gonna be someone’s b***h pretty soon.

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Dear Judge,

My name is Emily. I’m five years old. I am learning to write. My new stepmother told me to write to you. I’m very sad. My mommy and daddy went to heaven. Mrs. Wilson tries to make me feel better. She taught me how to make a yellow cake. It tasted good. She told me you would like to know how sad I am. I have bad dreams. I miss my mommy. Why did my mommy and daddy have to go to heaven? Ms. Plame told me Mr. Libby hurt them. Why did he do that? I cry a lot.

Sincerely,

Emily

P J Evans @ 11

I ‘liked’ that Jeffress wanted the letters sent to him; then they’d be bundled and sent to Walton.

Any bets on letters being ‘lost’ in Jeffress’s office if they aren’t favorable to Scooter?

Although I am sure there will be some culling of letters that are not really great, that’s not the reason.. . .

Hey, looseheadprop,
Good to see you back online! I’ve been missing your comments! Anywho, you promised us a couple of weeks ago a special post on why Patrick Fitzgerald’s “plenary powers” are more limited than most of us were hoping. Did you post it somewhere? or is it still in the works? I’m still interested, in case you were wondering if any of us Firepups were still interested.

Thanks,
Bob in HI

nahh, this one is just an old TV jingle for the airline TWA.

I thought it was a song by The Fifth Dimension?

xyz,
My alphabetic friend, good to see you

Likewise.