I saw the movie Primary Colors again this afternoon. The movie is more poignant now than it was when it was released in 1998. Now we don't have to wonder about how much John Travolta was trying to be a caricature of Clinton. I don't care. There need be no more discussion about just how much Emma Thompson was trying to look like Hillary Clinton. It doesn't matter. Now the truth in the movie can stand on its own and those who liked Clinton need no longer be offended because it is sufficiently separated by time.
Watching Emma Thompson explain to Kathy Bates why they had to compromise their values after talking the whole movie about not running a negative campaign and release the dirt they had found on Larry Hagman showed a truth of American politics. If you want to succeed in politics, you have to sell your soul to the devil. The points she made about the republicans or the press outing it if they didn't doesn't make her case. It just proves that republicans and democrats are ladles dipped from the same barrel of sludge.
But Stanton didn't leak the information to the press. He gave the only copy to Picker.
That was touching but irrelevant. The minute Libby was sent on her way to find the information, the contract was signed. Giving it to Picker instead of the press just goes to prove a politician can't even keep a promise to the Lord of the Underworld.
Seeing Henry standing and shaking hands with Stanton at the Inaugural Ball was just sad.