Firedoglake: Fitz.

http://www.firedoglake.com/2007/02/22/fitz/

This is one of the best accounts of closing argument day in the Libby trial that I have read. It brought chills. And all of the live bloggers there have been great. This one just made my day.

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People around here know me. They know I've never been entirely comfortable with the shouts of "Fitz!" as a community cheer in our comment section. My belief is we should not wait for the courts to do the work of politics: it's not their purpose. Moreover, looking for a hero on a white horse makes spectators of us all, when instead I've always been intensely focused on inspiring people to become active, to take their own power back, so together we can change the direction of the country in a sustainable way.

But there's no way to have seen live, in person, the day of closing statements without coming out of the room thinking, "Fitz!". . . whether in awe, impressed neutrality or in abject horror and foreboding, depending on your view of the case.

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The Cry.

I don't know what to say about it that has not already been said elsewhere. I can only confirm that it came across as contrived, bizarre, abrupt, as if he found himself at the very end of his time, reminded himself he had to do the crying schtick, and threw it out there almost as an afterthought, half-assed, an unexpected choking as if with overwhelming emotion. Veteran Wells watchers in the media room were not surprised by the gimmick, though they reportedly saw it as poorly played. In the courtroom, had we not all been on our best behavior, I would not have been surprised to see many of us on the benches, and even a few jurors, do one of those cartoon character double takes, where your head snaps around in circles before landing in some incredulous WTF?!! posture.

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I don't quite know how to explain it, other than to say Pat shocked people. His demeanor throughout the trial had been fairly direct, occasionaly subtly snarky or self deprecating, but he had not once raised his voice. . . until that moment. It jarred people. It commanded attention. Fitzgerald became a one man spontaneous passion machine from that point on. Yes, there were moments when his voice modulated, but his intensity never wavered. His command of the details of exhibits, including exhibit numbers, was unmatched by any other attorney in the case: he rattled them off like the names of his friends.

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What a hunk ! Never too old to appreciate a fine man.

he`s presented a case that on the surface is all about libby. the flow chart shows that fitz has involved all the players in this crime..

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