Joe Wilson

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Something popped out of yesterday's Times report on the Libby-Cheney leak investigation: the name Joseph C. Wilson IV.

I thought the ambassador's name was Joe Wilson, or as his book, The Politics of Truth, is bylined, Joseph Wilson. I was curious about who all the other Joseph C. Wilsons were and I leafed through the book. Nothing. He says his mother's family was a big political family in California, but only says that his parents were "expatriate journalists and authors," though his father also "had a couple of jobs bringing American products to European customers, but the enterprises didn't work out." That's not very forthcoming. I have the strong sense that Wilson, former ski bum and diplomat, is a rich kid.

Yes, he was right about Niger, and we can hope this case brings Karl Rove and Dick Cheney down—but what sort of packaging is going on? Could the truthteller have a little more plain dealing about his own background?

On Sunday I left my mom a message, thereby getting essential Mother's Day credit, and when we talked yesterday she said excitedly that she had heard rumors that Karl Rove was about to be indicted in the Valerie Plame leak case. My mother is a stone Democrat, and I'm not, still she and I agree that this would be fine news. If only these bastards—my mother's favorite word in politics—pay something for the lies they told in pushing the country to a disastrous war.

That said, I find that I really don't care about the core legal issue here: the violation of Plame's identity as a CIA operative. I'm reading her husband Joseph Wilson's book, The Politics of Truth: Inside the Lies that Put the White House on Trial and Betrayed My Wife's CIA Identity, and it's not very convincing.  read more »

This is a story about how the internet works. Late at night a few days ago I did a a somewhat nasty item about Valerie Plame Wilson's reported $2.5 million advance for a book telling what she'd done in the CIA. Within a few hours, I got a very thoughtful response from Steve—

paying off informants is not always an easy task. Finding people who are willing to talk to you and give you good information is a job in itself. Besides since her job is classified, we really don't know precisely what she did. So let's give her the benefit of the doubt.

followed by a much tougher comment from Anonymous:

Mr. Weiss, you have no idea what you are talking about. You are clueless

And that was it. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that Anonymous was Joe Wilson, Plame's husband, who I mentioned in the post, and that he was alerted to my item by a search service that alerts people who monitor their appearances on the 'net. It's just a guess. But that was the feeling I got from the formal and angry, masculine note.

Two lessons. One, the best part of the internet is highly-specialized conversations, gatherings of experts, or to use Howard Rheingold's expression, Smart mobs. Focused education. I learned more about how the CIA works.

Two, I wish I hadn't been so nasty. We thought the internet was the wild west, full of flaming and irrationality, because it's a "virtual reality" where people go in masks. Well, we had it wrong. It's actually very sophisticated socially, and people who flame get sorted out rather quickly. It's not a virtual reality, it's reality. Put another way, it's only as artificial socially as a dinner party, and maybe less artificial than a dinner party, because people are being more honest. And there's a ton more exchange of views than there is in a newspaper. If you're going to be a jerk, you'll suffer for it on the internet.

Which is to say, I promptly ordered Joe Wilson's book The Politics of Truth: Inside the Lies that Led to War and Betrayed My Wife's CIA Identity: A Diplomat's Memoir. Looking forward to reading it, Joe.

Valerie (Plame) (Wilson)—who can be sure which name to parenthesize?—is said to be getting $2.5 million for a memoir of her life as a CIA analyst, demonstrating that the leaking of her name is the best thing that ever happened to her career.

Much as I hope this case will take down the vicious Cheney and Rove, and Judith and Scooter, and all the other war cabal-ers, the core infraction has never seemed like a big deal. I wonder how many people knew that (Plame)(Wilson) was CIA. I wonder what she was actually doing, besides commuting to a desk job from her beautiful home in Washington, and reading the Financial Times. Under cover, of course. In what sense was her work compromised? Yes, they were scurrilously trying to undermine Joe Wilson, but how did this leak smear Wilson? He's been dining off it ever since. (Though yes, he was a noble force on the Niger lies.)

I've had brushes with CIA analysts over the years and the sad truth is they're a lot like journalists. They read stuff. They send one another emails. (If you're Ken Pollack on the Iran account, you don't even go to Iran). I know they train to handle guns, but how often do they actually do so? I once visited an embassy compound in the Third World where a friend in State explained to me that the CIA guys just paid off informants to get information about the bad guys. I wonder whether (Plame)(Wilson) even got that far. According to the Vanity Fair profile that launched her blonde meteor, she graduated from Penn State—in the glamour days CIA people did a little better than that—and apparently spent her time in various European capitals, such as dangerous Brussels, working on, among other things, her wifeability. She landed an Ambassador. Good for her. But $2.5 million? There better be a lot of sex.