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A former high-ranking CIA official has been sentenced to more than three years in prison for a fraud scheme in which he steered procurement contracts to an old friend. The 37-month sentence for Kyle “Dusty” Foggo, who held the CIA’s No. 3 rank from 2004 to 2006, matched prosecutors’ recommendations. He pleaded guilty to a single count of fraud.
Defense lawyers had argued for probation and cited Foggo’s good deeds over two decades with the CIA, many of which remain classified. Prosecutors said Foggo received tens of thousands of dollars worth of lavish gifts and vacations in exchange for helping his old friend, contractor Brent Wilkes, obtain no-bid contracts.
They also say Foggo forced the CIA to hire his mistress for a six-figure job for which she was unqualified.
The sentencing documents make note of a second mistress as well. Also, Laura Rozen makes a good point about Porter Goss, the CIA director who hired Foggo and who now claims that he had no idea Foggo had such a checkered past at the agency:
If you were director of CIA, and your top two operations officers quit, do you think you might possibly inquire about why? The top two CIA ops officers Steve Kappes and Michael Sulick quit in November 2004 over a fight related to Goss’s appointing of Dusty Foggo to be CIA number 3. (Goss’s staffer Patrick Murray had demanded that Kappes fire Sulick because Sulick was standing up in defense of associate deputy director of counterintelligence Mary Margaret who said it would be a mistake for Goss to hire Foggo as ExDir because of a history of troubling behavior in his file. Murray had threatened Mary Margaret that if anything from Foggo’s file leaked to the press, they would blame her. Instead of firing Sulick, Kappes and Sulick both quit.) In other words, Goss found out pretty soon after he arrived at Langley that there was a problem concerning what was in Foggo’s file. But he didn’t do anything about it. Not then, and not until the spring of 2006 when the Feds were about to raid Foggo’s office and he and Foggo both were canned. You don’t have to be an intelligence specialist to figure that out.
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
For the past three years my dosimeter had sat silently on a narrow shelf just inside the door of a house in Tokyo, upticking its final digit every twenty-four hours by one or two, the increase never failing — for radiation is the ruthless companion of time. Wherever we are, radiation finds and damages us, at best imperceptibly. During those three years, my American neighbors had lost sight of the accident at Fukushima. In March 2011, a tsunami had killed hundreds, or thousands; yes, they remembered that. Several also recollected the earthquake that caused it, but as for the hydrogen explosion and containment breach at Nuclear Plant No. 1, that must have been fixed by now — for its effluents no longer shone forth from our national news. Meanwhile, my dosimeter increased its figure, one or two digits per day, more or less as it would have in San Francisco — well, a trifle more, actually. And in Tokyo, as in San Francisco, people went about their business, except on Friday nights, when the stretch between the Kasumigaseki and Kokkai-Gijido-mae subway stations — half a dozen blocks of sidewalk, which commenced at an antinuclear tent that had already been on this spot for more than 900 days and ended at the prime minister’s lair — became a dim and feeble carnival of pamphleteers and Fukushima refugees peddling handicrafts.
One Friday evening, the refugees’ half of the sidewalk was demarcated by police barriers, and a line of officers slouched at ease in the street, some with yellow bullhorns hanging from their necks. At the very end of the street, where the National Diet glowed white and strange behind other buildings, a policeman set up a microphone, then deployed a small video camera in the direction of the muscular young people in drums against fascists jackets who now, at six-thirty sharp, began chanting: “We don’t need nuclear energy! Stop nuclear power plants! Stop them, stop them, stop them! No restart! No restart!” The police assumed a stiffer stance; the drumming and chanting were almost uncomfortably loud. Commuters hurried past along the open space between the police and the protesters, staring straight ahead, covering their ears. Finally, a fellow in a shabby sweater appeared, and murmured along with the chants as he rounded the corner. He was the only one who seemed to sympathize; few others reacted at all.
Number of U.S. congressional districts in which trade with China has produced more jobs than it has cost:
Young bilingual children who learned one language first are likelier than monolingual children and bilingual children who learned languages simultaneously to say that a dog adopted by owls will hoot.
An Oklahoma legislative committee voted to defund Advanced Placement U.S. History courses, accusing the curriculum of portraying the United States as “a nation of oppressors and exploiters.”
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