Trying really hard to focus my eyes on this story about the Libby Plame guy and the Scootus woman, I recalled the old story about a great 19th-century English judge being accosted by a friend as he was leaving his London club in the direction of the Law Courts. “You’re off to carry out justice, then?” Reply: “Justice be damned. I’m off to carry out the law.”

With what I can gather about this Scooty Wilson case, and the farce about the two border agents (it has now turned out that the Mexican drug smuggler used his prosecution-granted immunity as an opportunity to do a bit of business, and that the prosecutors knew this, but didn’t tell the jury), it seems to me there’s a great deal of law going on lately, but not much in the way of justice.