Every city has its own version of the Fall Guy. In Sports right now, it’s Barry Bonds’ trainer, now serving jailtime to protect Barry Bonds, for reasons no one can fathom. In Art, it might be the curator of the Getty, taking the fall for the art world’s bizarre problems of dealing with stolen paintings. Today in Politics, it’s Scooter Libby, who’s fallen on his own sword, and is now found guilty on four of the five counts, and likely faces 18 months to 3 years in federal pound me in the ass prison for something resembling a coverup of who leaked Valerie Plame’s identity to reporters. Some say he’s covering for Karl Rove. Some say he’s covering for Dick Cheney. Either way, he faces DC’s most unlikely outcome: jailtime for breaking the laws here, not making them.
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