Master Of Sleaze

Casino Jack Abramoff and Ralph Reed Don’t let the smiles fool ya. Masters of Sleaze by David Brooks Op-ed in the New York Times March 22, 2005 Down in the depths of the netherworld, where Tammany Hall grafters and Chicago ward heelers gather amid spittoons and brass railings, a reverential silence now spreads across the communion. The sleazemasters of old look back into the land of the mortals and they see greatness in the form of Jack Abramoff. Only a genius like Abramoff could make money lobbying against an Indian tribe’s casino and then turn around and make money defending that tribe against himself. Only a giant like Abramoff would have the guts to use one tribe’s casino money to finance a Focus on the Family crusade against gambling in order to shut down a rival tribe’s casino. Only an artist like Abramoff could suggest to a tribe that it pay him by taking out life insurance policies on its eldest members. Then when the elders dropped off they could funnel the insurance money through a private school and into his pockets. This is sleaze of a high order. And yet according to reports in The Washington Post and elsewhere, Abramoff … Continue reading Master Of Sleaze