Talk about a change in personality - excerpted from the article is this brief bio:
Ritter, a former Marine major and United Nations weapons inspector in Iraq, who quit the U.N. inspection team in 1998 and railed against Saddam Hussein's government for misleading inspectors and scamming the international community. And it was Ritter who then did an about-face and emerged, during the long period that led to the war, as the loudest and most credible skeptic of the Bush administration's contention that Hussein was hiding weapons of mass destruction. In a bizarre moment in 2002, Ritter even made the long journey back to Baghdad to address the Iraqi Parliament as a private citizen, warning that his own country was about to make a "historical mistake" and urging the Iraqis to allow inspections to resume. For this, and for his relentless insistence that the presence of hidden WMD's was nothing but a political pretense for war, Ritter was dismissed and even mocked by much of the media establishment (including writers for this magazine and The New York Times).
What people do not talk about is the weeks-long convoy of materiels from Iraq north to Syria. Want to know where the WMD's are? Syria. Anyway, it seems that he has gotten his come-uppance -- from the New York Times:
Scott Ritter's Other War
On a February afternoon in 2009, Ryan Venneman, one of only five full-time police officers in tiny Barrett Township, Pa., decided to spend some time hunting for sexual predators online. Venneman entered a Yahoo chat room, where the minimum legal age is supposed be 18, and passed himself off as a teenager named Emily. Before long, he was contacted by a man who said he was 44 and called himself delmarm4fun - a reference to Delmar, N.Y., an Albany suburb about three hours from where Venneman was sitting in the Poconos.
"Age?" delmarm4fun asked.
"15"
"Aha," came the response. "New York or Pa.?"
A graphic flirtation ensued. At one point, delmarm4fun asked "Emily" again if she was 18.
"No, I'm 15," Venneman replied.
"Aha," delmarm4fun said again. "My bad."
"What's wrong?" Venneman asked.
"Didn't realize you were 15. . . ."
"So why u don't like me," Venneman typed, mimicking an adolescent's mangled syntax.
"I do, very much. LOL. Just don't want any trouble."
After about an hour of this, according to logs later presented in court, the man Venneman was talking to masturbated in front of a webcam and announced he was off to take a shower.
"U know ur in a lot of trouble, don't you," Venneman typed.
"Huh?"
"I'm a undercover police officer. U need to call me A.S.A.P."
"Nah," delmarm4fun wrote. "Your not 15. Yahoo is for 18 and over. It's all fantasy. No crime."
"I have your phone number and I will be getting your IP address from Yahoo and your carrier," Venneman wrote. "We can do this 2 ways call me and you can turn yourself in at a latter date or I'll get a warrant for you and come pick you up."
The perpetrator turned himself in almost immediately. Delmarm4fun, it turned out, was Scott Ritter, one of the most controversial figures in American foreign policy for the past decade and a half.
And his response is pure hubris:
Even after he was convicted on five felony counts and two misdemeanors last year, Ritter remained, as he always has, self-righteous and inclined toward seeing conspiracies. "I'm not humiliated," he told me recently, when I suggested he should be. "It's nobody else's business. And anybody who seeks to make it their business, they should be humiliated. They should be ashamed. They should be embarrassed. What I did or what I didn't do is nobody's business but my own and my wife's. And the fact that this had been dragged out into the public eye the way it has speaks volumes about our society."
And this isn't the first time he has been in trouble:
Except that it wasn't slander, inasmuch as slander is, by definition, untrue. In fact, the police in Colonie, N.Y., encountered Ritter twice in 2001 - and quietly arrested him once - after he contacted cops posing as under-age girls in chat rooms. (Ritter was caught using the unsubtle screen name OnExhibit.) In both cases, Ritter agreed to meet the fictional teenagers in the parking lots of fast-food joints, with the intent of masturbating in front of them, only to be confronted by cops when he got there. For reasons that still aren't entirely clear, the prosecutor dismissed the charges, on the condition that Ritter enter intensive counseling, and a local judge sealed the records.
Hey Scott -- you had your fifteen minutes now go away...
