http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/17/AR2005101701230.html
It's bad enough that Brownie and his FEMA surbordinates have to bitch and moan in their email about who's in charge of hurricane disaster management.
Then, weeks later, their harried, hand-wringing email kaboodle, still fresh-frozen on a hard-disk someplace, gets copied and leaked to the Washington Post. Really – is that fair?
Imagine that you are a bureaucrat. Imagine yourself and your loyal staff up in the middle of the night, at 10:54 pm (as neatly documented in your mails) realizing that you, yes you, are suddenly holding the bag for an oncoming Category 5. As you lean over the keyboard, sweat drops gathering and dripping from your forehead like an outlying storm-band, you think, "Yeah – I'm composing this screech of horror for weeks of leisurely public exposure! WashPost A-Section, here I come!"
I wonder who leaked that email. Then again, I still wonder who leaked Valerie Plame. Maybe there's an email bulletin-board someplace, where leakers send email to each other, describing how, when and why to leak email. Boy, as a magazine tech journalist, I sure wish somebody would leak that discussion to me, eh? What dynamite material! Imagine the mileage I'd get!
