Libby's Libby's Libby's going to jail jail jail

I don't know what to make of the indictments against I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby. (Nice nickname there, Lewis. What, is this 1934 and you're a 10-year-old ragamuffin?) While it's obvious Special Prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald has Libby dead to rights, it was disappointing that Libby is the only one he could file charges against. I mean, the Chief of Staff for the Vice President? Most people don't even know who the Chief of Staff for the President is, let alone what he does--and without The West Wing most of the rest of us wouldn't even know that. Perhaps Fitzgerald has more up his sleeve, and this is just the first thread he's pulled on to unravel this ugly tapestry of evil, but he's definitely not talking. It seems unlikely that Libby would rat out his bosses, though, even when faced with multiple felony counts and perhaps over a decade in the hole, so waiting for him to roll over on Cheney, Rove, Smirky, or any of the other lesser scumbags is probably a waste of time.
The fact that Fitzgerald did not charge Libby with outing Valerie Plame, though, is curious. How can he hope to prove that Libby lied about revealing Plame's existence without arguing that he did indeed pass on Plame's identity to Novak and the rest of the loyalist media spokespersons? Is that missing charge supposed to be some sort of Damocletian sword hanging over "Scooter" intended to pressure him to play ball? We can only hope . . .