A few nights ago, Georgia's Sam Nunn rushed from the supersecret Senate Intelligence Committee hearings on the Iran fiasco to a Washington dinner party. His excited table partners waited between sips of wine for him to begin to blab (as 99 out of every 100 members of Congress are wont to do), to divulge savory tidbits with the salad about the notorious swashbuckler Oliver North, to float with the coffee dark hints of world-tilting plots yet unexposed.
None came. The Senator spoke knowingly and graciously through dinner, but he did not even reveal what Colonel North was wearing. Nor will he....
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