Send lawyers, guns, and money

“I went home with the waitress the way I always do. How was I to know she was with the Russians too?” That was the opening of Warren Zevon’s 1978 rock classic, "Lawyers, Guns and Money," in which an American rich kid asks daddy for legal help, weapons, and cash to bail him out of international crises of his own making.

Zevon’s gonzo verse—written during the Cold War—sounds strangely prescient these days, when Russian spying is a daily news event in the US. But his lyrics are not as shocking as the weekly accounts of Washington corruption, which remind us that the political swamp has been restocked in the last 18 months with ever more primitive life forms. A treasure trove for evolutionary biologists.

If you don’t live in the States and don’t pay attention to the political news here—for which I can only congratulate you—you’re probably unaware that our President’s associates are embroiled in multiple felonies. (This includes his former Campaign Chairman who has been found guilty of bank fraud and tax fraud and his personal lawyer who has pleaded guilty to illegal campaign donations and tax evasion.) Many of the President's attorneys—mindful of Zevon's song—have had to retain their own legal counsel.

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