While at the Kabuki at the Warner Theatre last night (which was excellent, even though I didn’t understand a word of Japanese), I had felt that nature called during intermission, and wandered to the less crowded restroom in the basement. Besides the overpowering odor seemingly seeping from the tiles (I thought this was a “high brow venue” not porta potties at the Virgin Festival), I did my business and moved along to wash up. No sooner than two squirts of whatever they call soap there, I hear over my shoulder…
“How are you enjoying the show Mr. Libby?”
I look to my right, and at about 5’6″, with that annoying grin on his face, stands I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby. I’m a fan of Jim Henson’s Muppets, and he sure as hell doesn’t look like Scooter. I come to the realization, that no matter how powerful, or how far you fall from that power for whatever reason, you still have to have a place to do a #1 or a #2. Funny, that a schlum like me gets to share the same, um, “airspace” with somebody who had it all, and suddenly doesn’t. But that’s D.C., right?
I wonder if he will read our blog, and maybe take advantage of the suggested “escapes” from D.C.? If he sticks around D.C. longer, maybe he can also get together with another convicted D.C. felon on his radio show, maybe call it “Liddy and Libby“?
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