I like Junkyard Dog’s thinking

I like Junkyard Dog’s thinking July 13, 2005

Actually, I like his thinking, and the thinking of John Podhoretz, to whom he links. Podhoretz has an interesting theory:

…what if the real object of interest where Fitzgerald’s investigation is concerned is now none other than the jailed Judith Miller of the New York Times? What if she let it all slip and in the giant game of telephone around the nation’s capital, Miller was the original source of the “Plame’s in the CIA” info? What if Fitzgerald needs her notes to discern whether Miller knew or didn’t know of Plame’s supposedly covert status?

Fitzgerald already has a major bone to pick with Miller. He believes she materially and dangerously impeded his investigation into a terrorist-financing scheme run by the Holy Land Foundation.

When Miller found out that Fitzgerald was on the verge of indicting Holy Land, she called the Foundation for comment — and right after her call Fitzgerald believes the Foundation may have commenced a shredding party that ensured prosecutors would find little paperwork to go on when they raided the Holy Land offices.

As the Washington Post put it, “On Dec. 3, 2001, Times reporter Judith Miller telephoned officials with the Holy Land Foundation for Relief and Development, a Texas-based charity accused of being a front for Palestinian terrorists, and asked for a comment about what she said was the government’s probable crackdown on the group. U.S. officials said this conversation and Miller’s article on the subject in the Times on Dec. 4 increased the likelihood that the foundation destroyed or hid records before a hastily organized raid by agents that day.”

Let me just say that I had for a very long time admired Judith Miller. But reading this is troubling. That a reporter would interfere with an investigation concerning the funding of terrorists is very troubling, indeed.

But then, the press is in trouble in a lot of ways, right now. And it’s all their own doing…as the Powerline Guys prove here in a post dripping with irony.


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