Drunk, face-down in the sand, Greg Palast almost has a gem with Vulture's Picnic. Almost. It reads like a scathing indictment of state-capitalism, of an incentuous relationship between global banking cartels, unregulated corporations, war-profiteers, and the governments that enable the unsustaina...
I can imagine Greg Palast rummaging through piles of disorganized notes, recordings and pictures as he pieces together the morass that is corporate corruption in the fossil fuel and financial industries - with an ashtray full of half-smoked butts and a mostly empty bottle of Walker Blue (althoug...
Sobering, to say the least. Palast is one of the last great investigative reporters and a great storyteller. Listening to (reading, but I've heard him speak, so I can hear his voice in my head) his tales of the co-optation of democracy by billionaire pirates is more chilling than anything Stephen...