I’ve been following the saga of what Nancy Pelosi knew and when she knew it, along with Jello Jay’s contribution to the storytoday. And the whole thing just reeks of CIA ass-covering. The Republicans are too busy trying to claim torture is peachy to be spending any time dumping blame on Nancy and Co. No, this sounds to me like the CIA trying to deflect blame. In the slimiest manner possible.
Which gives me a very lame excuse to talk about my favorite movie of all time (well, excluding the Audrey Hepburn oeuvre):
There’s a reason the Criterion Collection remastered it. It has it all–comedy, adventure, romance (and A, if Edward James Olmos and Mary McDonnell didn’t watch this movie to get inspiration, you coulda fooled me. Best. Middle-aged sexy. Evah.). Walter Matthau, Glenda Jackson, Ned Beatty (as a CIA ass who needs covering), and Sam Waterston in the role that made me love him forever, even before I’ll Fly Away.
Anyway, I’m thinking the CIA needs a Miles Kendig to do a little housecleaning. Too bad he’s just a fictional character…