Very Bad Men And Sour Grapes: Trump, Netanyahu, Mullin and the Wine Wars
From the Middle East to the Hudson Valley - We've no shortage of self-dealing corrupt men young and old alike. It's been, as always, a week.
There is a kind of man who never takes no for an answer. He carries himself like the outcome is already settled. He has the air of confidence and the stink of arrogance.
This week I wrote about a few of them. A copper-haired twenty-something in a deposition room, mildly inconvenienced by accountability. A prime minister, a president, and a son-in-law, each running the same play: light something on fire and hope the smoke holds. An unstable Pennsylvania senator handing the keys to Homeland Security to a man who removed his wedding ring on the Senate floor and offered his fists as an argument. And a plastic surgeon in Chatham, NY, on the record: telling him no is like waving a red flag in front of a bull — with the Town Supervisor carrying his water. Different sizes. Same animal.
