Uh-oh. Doesn't this mean endgame? Doesn't this make a perjury conviction a foregone conclusion? I don't really know. My attorney would know, but she's asleep (and she might not take kindly to me going downstairs and asking a fine point of law at midnight, just so I can keep the facts straight[1]). I know we'll hear over the next few days just what Prosecutor Fitzgerald has in store for Karl Rove. . .
[1] That presumes that keeping facts straight or maintaining any kind of normal division between fact, art, fantasy, or wild exaggeration, and telling the truth, is a mission of this blog. It's all true whether it happened or not. It all happened whether it's true or not. Which, is perhaps not a part of this footnote, but the germ of a new poem. Or both.
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