So Scottie's written his tattle-tale book, and the Bushies are all over his fat-ass for talking out of school. What's the news? Duh! Attacking the messenger is so borrrring . . .
Haven't read his book, and doubt that I'll waste the time. He's just the latest worm to try to turn a few bucks off his misadventures in the House of Bush. Harriet Meiers is no doubt swearing out of her born-again thin-lips because Scottie beat her to it. Remember August 6, 2001, at the Crawford Ranchero . . .
And Scottie's buds in the Gang of Liars. Oh yeah, Scottie wasn't alone in the shit. Poor Karl's up to his knees in other poo right now, and probably pissed Scottie got the jump on the money-maker. Karl needs that lawyer money more than ever. But fuck Karl, John Conners needs to get Scottie under oath.
Might as well name'em all. There's probably gonna be a string of exposes, but Scottie got the running start . . . We need some subpoenas out there.
He did, of course, stand up and take the heat for Big D, so it seems fair that he gets first shot at the easy money. Doesn't keep him from being a slimebag, though, then or now. Nobody likes a liar, or a mouthpiece for a liar . . . but then nobody likes a snitch much either . . .