Lying Cheating Scum. They're everywhere. Sitting next to you at work. Laying beside you in bed. Pleading for your vote. Take Denny Best, a funny and charming Washington lobbyist who drinks for a living. He knows lying to your friends, buying people, and cheating on your wife are bad, but drifts toward them anyway. Denny is assigned to bring down Congressman Mansfield - ambitious, depraved and on the move - running for U.S. Senate and assaulting young female staff along the way. In one week during the historic political year of 1994, Denny and Mansfield lock horns, with Newt Gingrich's takeover of the Congress at stake. The challenge for Denny is immense: How can he take out a corrupt politician without losing his soul? In the amoral contest between them that's excused as mere politics, it's not a matter of who wins or loses. It's not that simple. They are both lying cheating scum. Are you surprised? Ed Uravic was a Washington lobbyist. He takes you behind the curtain of political ambition, through the halls of power, into places you suspect exist but will never see, from Capitol Hill back rooms to the murky netherworld of exploitation and lies. If Stephanie Plum got into politics, you'd have something like Denny Best in Lying Cheating Scum.
I don't know why, but for some reason people find my one-two boilermaker punch of Kerouac and Hawkeye Pierce somewhat amusing. I'm a real prize. I lost my glamorous job as a professional drinker, I mean Washington lobbyist, after I won the war but lost the battle with a Lying Cheating Scum. The Wife kicked me to the curb, down the street and all the way out of town. Now I'm back in Hershey, Pennsylvania, the Bedford Falls I thought I had escaped. Just to prove I lost my mind, I go and fall for some sob story about a kid with leukemia and her family going broke, from a peaches and cream siren who distracted me with her allure. So I'm up against the biggest players with the deepest pockets, I don't have any plastic, and I'm not even getting paid. How am I supposed to buy people? Here's the thing: I kind of like the little girl, Rosa, held hostage by a bunch of greedy insurance industry bean counters. She's a fighter. And I hate it when my friends get jerked around by The Man. The players in this little drama will tell you they're not to blame. That it's not personal, it's just business. Look, I'm just a guy with a winning smile and a fabulous wardrobe, but I don't buy it. For me, it's always personal. I may not have a perfect record or always play by the rules, but when I'm in, I'm all the way in. And I'm not joking around anymore.
Lying Cheating Scum. They're everywhere. Sitting next to you at work. Laying beside you in bed. Pleading for your vote. Take Denny Best, a funny and charming Washington lobbyist who drinks for a living. He knows lying to your friends, buying people, and cheating on your wife are bad, but drifts toward them anyway. Denny is assigned to bring down Congressman Mansfield - ambitious, depraved and on the move - running for U.S. Senate and assaulting young female staff along the way. In one week during the historic political year of 1994, Denny and Mansfield lock horns, with Newt Gingrich's takeover of the Congress at stake. The challenge for Denny is immense: How can he take out a corrupt politician without losing his soul? In the amoral contest between them that's excused as mere politics, it's not a matter of who wins or loses. It's not that simple. They are both lying cheating scum. Are you surprised? Ed Uravic was a Washington lobbyist. He takes you behind the curtain of political ambition, through the halls of power, into places you suspect exist but will never see, from Capitol Hill back rooms to the murky netherworld of exploitation and lies. If Stephanie Plum got into politics, you'd have something like Denny Best in Lying Cheating Scum.
I don't know why, but for some reason people find my one-two boilermaker punch of Kerouac and Hawkeye Pierce somewhat amusing. I'm a real prize. I lost my glamorous job as a professional drinker, I mean Washington lobbyist, after I won the war but lost the battle with a Lying Cheating Scum. The Wife kicked me to the curb, down the street and all the way out of town. Now I'm back in Hershey, Pennsylvania, the Bedford Falls I thought I had escaped. Just to prove I lost my mind, I go and fall for some sob story about a kid with leukemia and her family going broke, from a peaches and cream siren who distracted me with her allure. So I'm up against the biggest players with the deepest pockets, I don't have any plastic, and I'm not even getting paid. How am I supposed to buy people? Here's the thing: I kind of like the little girl, Rosa, held hostage by a bunch of greedy insurance industry bean counters. She's a fighter. And I hate it when my friends get jerked around by The Man. The players in this little drama will tell you they're not to blame. That it's not personal, it's just business. Look, I'm just a guy with a winning smile and a fabulous wardrobe, but I don't buy it. For me, it's always personal. I may not have a perfect record or always play by the rules, but when I'm in, I'm all the way in. And I'm not joking around anymore.
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