Scooter Libby wrote the book on...

... a number of things, I'm sure. Prominent among them would be dirty political infighting, punishing opponenents or critics, and keeping secrets from the American public. But did you know that he was also a novelist? You really need to stop by Shakespeare's Sister and read their report on "What the hell is wrong with conservatives?"

Apparently, good ole' scooter published a novel back in 1996. You'll really want to check this out.

Anyway, The New Yorker introduces a 1996 novel called The Apprentice by none other than recently indicted scumbag, Scooter Libby, as another in a series of questionable novels by prominent conservatives, and notes:

Like his predecessors, Libby does not shy from the scatological. The narrative makes generous mention of lice, snot, drunkenness, bad breath, torture, urine, “turds,” armpits, arm hair, neck hair, pubic hair, pus, boils, and blood (regular and menstrual). One passage goes, “At length he walked around to the deer’s head and, reaching into his pants, struggled for a moment and then pulled out his penis. He began to piss in the snow just in front of the deer’s nostrils.”

It goes way downhill from there. Brace yourself for an excursion into the pits of a seriously deranged mind. I think Shakesis is on target when she says that such excess is the product of dark desires that fester in a repressive mind.