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From the Center for Public Integrity:
Another video segment from 2001 shows Norm Lezy, a retired Air Force lieutenant general who’d opened Wal-Mart’s first Washington office in 1999, making the case for the company’s PAC and explaining what it gets for its money. “Let’s be frank,” Lezy begins. “In this day and age, if you don’t have a good political action committee operation to support candidates, you really can’t do much in Washington.” Lezy proceeds to tell his audience the story of a breakfast meeting that he and another Wal-Mart lobbyist hosted for an unnamed U.S. senator. “For a PAC contribution, we sat and had an audience with this senator — eight of us, for an hour and a half,” he says. “We covered every issue that’s important to us and important to you, and let me tell you, you just get that quality time, and that’s the way it works.”
More from Ken Silverstein:
Commentary — November 17, 2015, 6:41 pm
The Clintons’ so-called charitable enterprise has served as a vehicle to launder money and to enrich family friends.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Amount by which a typical good-looking U.S. worker will out-earn a typical ugly one over a lifetime:
A Japanese inventor unveiled a new invisibility cloak that uses a material made of thousands of tiny beads called “retro-reflectum.”
A couple at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Greenville, South Carolina, left their waitress a note telling her “the woman’s place is in the home,” in lieu of a tip.
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"She never thanked me, never looked at me—melted away into the miserable night, in the strangest manner I ever saw. I have seen many strange things, but not one that has left a deeper impression on my memory than the dull impassive way in which that worn-out heap of misery took that piece of money, and was lost."