Here we go again

Via Huffpost, Valerie Plame is suing Karl Rove, Scooter Libby and Dick Cheney for trying to destroy her career.

Three pages of comments already at Huffer, mostly of the "You go girl!" variety.

This would seem to be the only thing left to rally the Wilson/Plame forces, now that prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald has, absent the Libby trial (which may never come to pass), essentially wrapped up the investigation that so many netrooters pinned so much hope on.

To recapitulate: to a small but (God knows) vocal minority, the implications of the Plame kerfuffle went beyond indicting Rove or convicting Libby. This was the Rosetta Stone, the through-the-looking-glass moment. This would be the scandal that led to Bush and Cheney's removal from office, and perhaps their imprisonment. No, really. One cannot overstate the bitterness and denial that accompanied, first, "Fitzmas," the day which Rove and (possibly) Cheney would be indicted (and not merely Scooter Libby); and second, Fitzgerald's informing Donald Luskin, Rove's lawyer, that Rove would not be indicted.

Bitterness: "Someone got to Fitzgerald."

Denial: "Rove made a deal." "What about Sealed v. Sealed?"

I suppose there had to be this lawsuit. There has been such a precipitious drop in expectations from where they were four months ago, I almost worried for . . . well, whoever those people are. This, now, gives them hope.

My only hope is that Ms. Plame knows that when Mr. Luskin's questions start slicing her to bits, simply repeating "Thank you, my dress is Chanel" over and over won't cut it.