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The voodoo doll Secretary of State

In re: Top Bush aids approved interrogation tactics: report

Anybody have the feeling that somebody wanted to kill the chatter about Condi for Veep?

Or that the somebody might have been Ashcroft?

Insert some speculation here about Powell, since this sounds like him talking with Bob Woodward, and then some speculation about Andy Card since the leaker has access and a possible conscience.

So which of the likely suspects has a bone to pick with Condi?

Because they sure stuck the shiv in her -- multiple times, like pins in a voodoo doll.

Are they literally daring a foreign country to snag her the next time she travels overseas?

The rest of the principals aren’t as likely a rendition for war crimes as they’ll probably have more security (ex. DeadEye) or stay at home (ex. Rummy).

We have “a select group of senior officials or their deputies”, of which the principals were “Vice President Cheney, Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld and Secretary of State Colin Powell, CIA Director George Tenet and Attorney General John Ashcroft”. So who were the deputies?

Any of them got an axe to grind with Condi?

And are any of the likely suspects tight with McCain; could they have been asked to stick the shiv in her to keep her at arm’s length from McCain’s Veep shortlist?

So much to ponder.

I can't help but wonder, too, if somebody is beginning to worry about the context of these meetings wherein the principals of torture met to discuss how-to. It's not like this is a typical business meeting setting with administrative assistances fetching coffee and donuts and making sure the Dry Erase markers and notepads are all set for hours of prolonged business model evaluation and marketing projections. How, where, when does one conduct a meeting or meetings about the best practices of torture?

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