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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:
Perspective — October 23, 2013, 8:00 am
How pro-oil Louisiana politicians have shaped American environmental policy
Postcard — October 16, 2013, 8:00 am
A trip to one of the properties at issue in Louisiana’s oil-pollution lawsuits
Trudy Lieberman reports on the failed promise of the Affordable Care Act, Sarah A. Topol explores Ukraine’s struggle for a national identity, Dave Madden spends a week in Hollywood’s toughest comedy club, and more
Amount bin Laden paid to replace each cricket ball hit into his compound, according to a local boy:
Butterflies and moths remember their lives as caterpillars.
Piñatas resembling Donald Trump, who was fired from NBC after calling Mexican immigrants rapists, went on sale in Mexico.
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“Shelby is waiting for something. He himself does not know what it is. When it comes he will either go back into the world from which he came, or sink out of sight in the morass of alcoholism or despair that has engulfed other vagrants.”