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The White House has nominated Jonathan Cannon to serve as Deputy Administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency, where he has previously worked under Presidents Reagan, Bush (senior) and Clinton. Cannon has spent “his entire private practice career” at Beveridge & Diamond, which is described as an environmental law firm.
I’m not sure what Cannon did for Beveridge & Diamond, but his employer seems to do a lot of its “environmental” work for industry clients, like oil and gas, mining, pharmaceuticals and pesticide companies. “Beveridge & Diamond, P.C.’s reputation for excellence in pesticide law is based on thirty years of working with U.S. and international clients who develop, obtain government approvals for, manufacture, promote, and use pesticides,” says the firm’s website. “We work with each client to identify its business objectives, and then to establish and implement the most effective regulatory, commercial, litigation, and legislative strategies to achieve or exceed those objectives.”
Another of the firm’s triumphs: “We represented in-house counsel for a major petroleum refining company in a criminal investigation and indictment under the Benzene Waste Operations NESHAP. After four years and multiple grand juries, we persuaded the government to dismiss all charges against our client.”
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.
Acres of mirrors in Donald Trump’s Taj Mahal casino in Atlantic City:
A bee and a butterfly were observed drinking the tears of a crocodilian.
Greece evacuated 72,000 people from the town of Thessaloniki while an undetonated World War II–era bomb was excavated from beneath a gas station.
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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."