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I wrote yesterday about the non-profit group associated with former Senator Norm Coleman’s political donors, the Step Into World Peace foundation. The group’s website stopped working last week, after I started reviewing it, and it’s still down as of today.
Step Into World Peace was created to remind the world both of what happened, and that it cannot be allowed to happen again. A horrible event occurred on September 11. It shocked a city, a nation, and a globe. The world is becoming a smaller and smaller place, it is already known that each persons decisions affect everyone. The world is at a crossroads. It is now time for the world to decide what it wants. What is important to us, not because we feel like it, but because we have to.
And as I noted yesterday, some six years later the foundation has raised and spent about $100,000 but has done, as far as I can tell, virtually nothing to honor the victims of 9/11 or to “remind the world…that it cannot be allowed to happen again.”
So what exactly is the purpose of this IRS-approved non-profit organization?
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.
Amount paid last fall for a Ford Escort driven by Pope John Paul II:
92 percent of Mexicans are relaxed by a pleasant-smelling bedroom.
Swedish biologists studying coercive mating in mosquitofish discovered that females’ brains get larger as males’ genitals get longer, and male Madagascar hissing cockroaches were found to attract mates with either their enlarged testicles or their enlarged horns.
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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."