As Chuck points out below, the Secret Service plans to release visitor logs showing exactly how many visits Jack Abramoff made to the White House, and to whom. This cannot be good news for the fixer’s many former friends in the highest places.
But nor can it be unexpected. His pals must have known that feces and fan were about to meet bigtime the moment they saw the famous photos of Abramoff made after he pled guilty on the second of January.
Our Jack didn’t just happen to grab that black hat and trenchcoat as he dashed out of the house that morning. In his racket a man rises or falls on perception, spin, flash, first impressions, image. When Abramoff stepped before the cameras looking like something out of The Untouchables, he knew exactly what he was doing.
He explained the coat later by saying that it was supposed to rain that day, although nobody else in the crowd seemed to have heard the same weather report. The fedora was simply because he was obliged, as an Orthodox Jew, to wear a hat outside. And his usual yarmulke, alas and alack, would have seemed like parading his piety in a pitch for pity.
A quick image check on Google proves this last to be the bullshit it smells like. He goes bareheaded outdoors all the time. Abramoff’s fashion was making a statement all right, though, and here it is:
Take a good look at these threads, guys. That’s right, I just ratted on you. When your hands were out I was your asshole buddy but now I got the same two words for you that you got for me. Which are fuck and you. You want bad guy, I’ll give you bad guy. See you in the slammer.