I'm not really a journalist but I play one at The New York Times

I just couldn't bring myself to read Judy Miller's version of the Plamegate saga yesterday but I found myself in a self abusive mood today and did. No surprises, just more bullshit martyrdom and it's not my fault. A lot of trying to cover for Scooter and his boss The Lord of Darkness while covering her own ass at the same time. I'd write more but I just can't.

Over at The Left Coaster erposte discusses it here, here and here.

Jane Hamsher over at firedoglake does a great job and brings up an interesting point.

What's that? Why, that would be Patrick Fitzgerald asking questions at the time outside the scope of the deal to limit her testimony to Libby. Moreover, she did not refuse to answer. Which means that her original deal with Fitzgerald was, indeed, bustado.

So what was Judy doing in Fitzgerald's office all day Tuesday with her criminal -- not First Amendment -- lawyer Bob Bennett?

I'm guessing she was playing Let's Make a Deal.

I was wondering all along if the Rovian slime ball was into some plea bargain action but maybe Judy too?

As I reported over at Running Scared, Editor and Publisher' Greg Mitchell had some advice for The New York Times today. Save yourself; and the only way you can do that is throw Judy overboard and then apologize for letting her stay on board for so long.