In case you haven't heard yet, Rove is the leak in the Valerie Plame case.
I can't say I'm happy, because quite frankly, it's sad that people at the top levels of our government will stoop to this. However, it seems to be a cycle that runs about every twenty to twenty-five years or so. In the 1950s, there was McCarthy and his witch hunts. The 1970s saw Watergate and Vietnam. The late 1980s saw IranContra. And now, in the first decade of the new millenium, we have the leaky Rove boat. So I'm not happy. But I do feel vindicated. I do feel relieved.
Mr. Rove, welcome to the federal penitentiary. What you did, sir, was a felony. Not a class C felony (perjury) about a consensual affair, but a big ol' whopping class A felony. You leaked the identity of an undercover federal agent to the press, because her husband did something you and your boss didn't like very much. That's a crime, and not a little one.
You see, there's several orders of magnitude of difference between "I did not have sex with that woman" and "I did not leak that federal agent's name to the media." Although perjuring yourself about them is the same level of crime, the deeds being perjured about are NOT.
It's Christmastime for the Democratic Party and for progressives everywhere. You can't sweep this under the rug, sir. You fucked up, bigtime. Hopefully you and your boss will be out of the White House quicker than I can say "grand jury."
Have a nice day!