I have always believed that outing Valarie Plame was a mistake of the gossipy hubris kind. Plame was just the icing on the Wilson character assassination cake, and it was that one step too far that the popular gossip queen in sixth grade always makes. You know, the one where she ends up with no friends by the end of the year. (How many real friends does Karl have right now? He's about to find out.)
(And if the reference is still pitched too deeply, go here.)
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