How can so many people feel betrayed by revelations of fictionalized nonfiction and ghostwriters and not some very big fibs that mired us in a war? Personally, I care more that Niger never had nukes making eyes at Iraq than whether or not James Frey had anesthesia with his root canal. With a citizenry that creates more of a market for nonfiction than fiction and that seems to have an insatiable appetite for reality TV, why does Carl Rove still have job?