I read this today and thought : "either that is an incredible coincidence or he's been sitting on a diagnosis of brain cancer for a while". The latter depends on which type of cancer he has... The most common doesn't let you live long enough to sit on the information.

Over here on E Street, we're proud to support Obama for President. - Bruce Springsteen

yawn. Sorry, bigger fish to fry than where a politician (may have) put his pecker. (ouch, I'll try to remember not to put "pecker" and "fry" in the same sentence again.)

Hey, how's this for a tongue-twister:
Politicians put their peckers in plenty of pu**ies.

Or this one:
Who cares whose hoo-ha he hounds?

It's a pity nobody gives two flying fagioli for another such go-round of Gotcha Politics.

Ah, the years roll by, and we look back in wistful fondness over the career of that elderly reptile Robert Novak. Fade through the hands of the clock winding back, cross-fade to the calendar pages turning, resolve to the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand ‘n Four.

Cut to a younger Bob Novak, pecking away on his ancient Remington Standard 2 typewriter. Cue soundtrack, closeup of typewriter, letters emerge. Whack, whackwhack, whack. Etcetera, etc. Ding. Krump, Novak hits the return lever, scritchscritch, a sheet of paper emerges from his typewriter. Long shot, Novak gazes at the page, grins toothily, in obvious sadistic satisfaction.

Yes, when we consider the appalling list of Bush spokesmen, we hark back to another list, that of the later Roman Emperors, another procession of lying scum, each of which would own up to lies told by immediate predecessors, only to tell a few more himself. Tony Snow’s first words from behind his pulpit were lies, and that sweaty catamite Scotty McClellan was a veritable bullshit fire hose, but Novak stands alone, uniquely villainous, a bona-fide traitor. It is one thing to reveal the President is getting his weenie waxed on the clock, but Clinton was fielding calls from Senators and Important Personages at the same time. It would seem to me Clinton deserves a medal, not an impeachment, but if a sign was posted at the front door of the White House reading “Presidential Blowjob Line Forms Here”, I am sure Robert Novak would be first in line to fellate the wrinkled member of our current Commander in Chief, and Cheney too.

For it was Robert Novak who first revealed the identity of Valerie Plame Wilson, a patent act of revenge at the behest of certain Unnamed Others. Naturally, when confronted, Novak would tell All About Armitage to that Dudley Do-Right prosecutor, though this blabbing would later blindside his good buddy Scooter Libby. But this is all past history, as the more fervent Protestants would say “my sins are washed away in the blood”. It is no accident so many of the current rogues whose asses now deposit farts in the Seats of Power in the White House are Evangelicals: no sin is too vile, no betrayal too treacherous such that it cannot be forgiven and washed away. Celestial Pardons are offered to all who suffer for the Cause. A New Life in Politics lies over Jordan.

Not content to rest on his laurels, Novak continues to assert it would be morally wrong to reveal the Judas within the White House who first gave Armitage the go-ahead to leak Valerie Plame’s name.

But some good came of all this: Judith Miller would end up in jail, and should probably still be there, were there any justice in this wicked world. She’s another Bush Fellatrix, starring in her own porn flick, rah-rahing the War on Iraq. Miller should be tried on separate charges for her hysterical rants about Weapons of Mass Distraction, but I wax prolix. Nombreux des méchants, peu de temps. Ask Joe Wilson for the translation, he speaks French.

But ol’ Bob Novak is not always so quick to abandon his friends when the chips are down. He still thinks the Swift Boat Veterans’ claims were “well-documented” and entirely truthful.

Alas, I feel a maudlin weepin’ sensation creeping over my aging carcass. It’s Cryin’ Time, yet another malicious old columnist may be shuffling off this Mortal Coil, though Bob Novak was always coiled up like a puff adder behind that old Remington of his. For my money, he cannot die soon enough. I am sure to incur the Wrath of the Righteous for carryin’ on this way, but pity was always a contemptible emotion. Robert Novak was beneath contempt. He was a rhetorical drive-by shooter. He descended through Dante’s Inferno, through the Sowers of Discord, the Falsifiers and is now among the Traitors.

You're complaining about the wrong thing. A system that cannot cope with those willing to abuse it is doomed to fail.