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The Washington Post is running a 12-part series on the unsolved 2001 murder of Chandra Levy.
Then-Congressman Gary Condit became a suspect in the case, in part because after she disappeared he flagrantly lied to the police about his relationship with Levy. Though Condit denied to police that he had a romantic relationship with Levy, “D.C. police found a pair of black panties stained with semen. Prosecutors wanted to know if the semen belonged to Condit or if Chandra was seeing another man. The DNA from Condit’s saliva was compared with the DNA on the panties. It was a match.”
Yet even today, Condit seems to remain angry at the police and especially at the media. “I never counted on them wanting to focus all this attention on me,” Condit told the Post. “I’ve been around politics a long time and really never felt that the press was as brutal and as incompetent as they were going to be.”
Poor guy, it really makes you feel sorry for him.
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.
Number of U.S. major-league baseball players this year who are natives of the Dominican Republic:
A psychopharmacologist named David Nutt declared that there was no good reason why scientists couldn’t come up with a cocktail of drugs that mimics all the pleasurable effects of alcohol without any of the negative side effects.
Three bodies were tossed from a low-flying plane in the Sinaloa state of Mexico.
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"It is an interesting and somewhat macabre parlor game to play at a large gathering of one’s acquaintances: to speculate who in a showdown would go Nazi. By now, I think I know. I have gone through the experience many times—in Germany, in Austria, and in France. I have come to know the types: the born Nazis, the Nazis whom democracy itself has created, the certain-to-be fellow-travelers. And I also know those who never, under any conceivable circumstances, would become Nazis."