What's inside the inside? What's underneath underneath? What do people look like when they come home from the gala and shed their pretentious clothing? Are they still the same when they wake up in the morning to let the dog out and reach for the morning newspaper?
Anyway, questions!
Here's an oldy-but-goody forgotten by many, or never heard of by most. It's caked in very thoughtful and sensitive Jamarl Lamont Thomas analysis. Jamarl is relatively new on the scene; Seymour Hersh is an old hand.
I've gotta claim that it's hard to think Russia when you hear something like this! What do you think?
In closing, I wish Seymour Hersh would break this one wide open. But, then again, timing is everything!