About twenty years ago, I read an article about a death row inmate whohad shot a clerk in a convenience store. The way the murder was presentedby the man on death row was mysterious--his hand just rose upand the gun went off. Shooting the clerk in the face in the midst of arobbery wasn't in fact his fault. He never said, "I shot a man." Itjust happened.
I thought of that man while reading Max Blumenthal'sterrific, but also, of course, appalling new book, Republican. Apparently...
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