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The son of the couple at the center of the sex scandal that has engulfed Sen. John Ensign was being paid by the National Republican Senatorial Committee in 2008 at the same time his mother was having an affair with the Nevada Republican.
Both Doug and Cynthia Hampton were already working in senior positions for Ensign when their son Brandon Hampton was hired to do “research policy consulting” for the NRSC in March 2008. The younger Hampton, 19, was paid $5,400 before he left the Ensign office in August last year, Federal Election Commission records show.
That means during March and April 2008, three members of the Hampton family were working for Ensign. Both Doug and Cynthia Hampton stopped working for Ensign at the end of April 2008.
And it appears that the Hamptons aren’t happy with Ensign and will be speaking out soon:
A former campaign staffer for Sen. John Ensign is confirming her involvement in an extramarital affair.
Daniel Albregts, a Las Vegas lawyer for the couple, says that Doug and Cindy Hampton confirm that they are the couple Ensign referred to during his news briefing Tuesday.
Albregts calls it unfortunate that the senator chose to air what the lawyer calls “this very personal matter, especially after the Hamptons did everything possible to keep this matter private.” The lawyer says the Hamptons will be ready and willing to tell their side of the story at some point in the future.
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.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Amount by which a typical good-looking U.S. worker will out-earn a typical ugly one over a lifetime:
A Japanese inventor unveiled a new invisibility cloak that uses a material made of thousands of tiny beads called “retro-reflectum.”
A couple at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Greenville, South Carolina, left their waitress a note telling her “the woman’s place is in the home,” in lieu of a tip.
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