Seven months ago, I left Capitol Hill, in part because I didn't fit in with the culture. I worked in the Senate for a moderate Democrat, a fundamentally good and honest man. There I witnessed firsthand what we all know about how corrupted the policy process is by lobbyists.
The place stinks. The glad-handing, fake laughing, cigar-smoking, the meetings with men who treat you as old friends the second time you see them, I couldn't deal with it. It was bad enough to suffer, watching in horror as legislation hurting women, children, families, workers, minorities, basically everybody, passed. Time after time after time.
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