I've been thinking for some time that whoever hired Chandra Levy to pump Gary Condit of (among other things) sensitive information also wanted to bring down Condit.

According to Q, Condit was being groomed for high office. And, according to Q, there's a massive purge in government, so what better way to start it than with the public ruining of a fair-haired-boy with an Arkansas Zipper?

I'd bet this ugly pup has no idea what happened to Levy. But his initial stonewalling, his illusions of deniability and unassailability have, in the face of continuing leaks, painted him into a corner. As a political commodity, Condit is dead.

And it really doesn't make a difference if he did her in or not.

Levy's last web visits constitute a puzzle that looks deliberately set. Southwest Airlines. A French tourism site. Amtrak.com. Toss in Baskinrobbins.com just for flavor, a thomas.loc.gov site that has been shut down, and the Modesto Bee, and you have what looks like somebody leaving clues and covering her travel plans at the same time, plus ordering ice cream online as if she was gonna be in for the weekend.

Funny, but a few days ago I wrote a scenario for my upcoming newsletter in which Levy and Tim McVeigh are sipping pina coladas in a beachfront cafe in the Bahamas, both under a parasol to keep the sun off their healing facial scars. I swear it.

I think Chandra's alive. I think Condit knows it, and has the Dems and rogue Intell bloodhounds desperately seeking Levy. But I don't think they'll find her. They might lose some agents when Jerusalem goes ballistic, though.

But that's okay with me. Bring it all down.

Oliver