A Most Honorable Brothel: The Wall Street-Washington Synergy of Blackmail, Greed, and Carnivorous Bureaucracy
Once upon a time—somewhere between the last honest handshake and the first drone strike—there existed a country with a dream. It was not a pure dream, not by any means, but it was at least dreamed by real people: coal-covered hands, sun-wrinkled cheeks, voices hoarse from song or protest. And then, as if by slow poison or fast funding, the dream was quietly repossessed and redrafted—this time by a consortium of hedge funds, honey traps, ex-CIA financiers, and senators whose skin reeked faintly of formaldehyde and Super PACs.