Titled Mr. Fitzgerald Goes to Washington, Time sends Patrick Fitzgerald the biggest Valentine in the world:
Last summer in the Sierra Nevada in California, he wielded an ice ax to scale the treacherous slopes of Mount Whitney, at 14,491 ft. the highest peak in the lower 48 states. He has gone bungee jumping in New Zealand. He hang glides. All of which would be only mildly impressive if he weren't also scared of heights, notes David Kelley, a close friend and former colleague in New York. "He sees the challenge and wants to take it on," says Kelley.Other than that hideously kiss up Entertainment-Tonight-style paragraph, the rest of the piece is pretty interesting.
I've been working on a bigger piece to digest last week, but it's going to take me a little while longer. Suffice to say I'm quite satisfied with the indictment of Scooter. As any scholar of war will tell you, it's always to your advantage when your enemy's camp is in disarray. With Scooter and Miers, it's a nice one-two punch of disarray.
And we're not done yet - it was just the first day of Fitzmas, just the Partridge in the Pear Tree. I can't wait for 5 gold rings (perhaps they are handcuffs?)!
