About twenty years ago, I read an article about a death row inmate who
had shot a clerk in a convenience store. The way the murder was presented
by the man on death row was mysterious--his hand just rose up
and the gun went off. Shooting the clerk in the face in the midst of a
robbery wasn't in fact his fault. He never said, "I shot a man." It
I thought of that man while reading Max Blumenthal's
terrific, but also, of course, appalling new book, Republican
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