The FBI should have disclosed to the court that the Steele dossier was originally paid for by Paul “The Vulture” Singer — who has a record of creating what James Comey himself calls “salacious and unverifiable” files on his enemies.
I know, Singer created a dossier on me.
Apparently, it claimed fantastical sex and ethics nonsense — sorry, no peeing Russian prostitutes — that he peddled to news media to destroy me. The Vulture’s toady called BBC to tell my producer, “We have a file on Greg Palast.” The BBC was un-moved, noting that “Palast has a file on YOU” — and BBC was running with the Singer investigation.
But the Vulture’s file seemed to work in the USA: I’d been a regular on US mainstream news outlets like Washington Journal. It suddenly stopped dead. And not one network dares say a word against Singer.
In nature, vultures vomit on their attackers. In my case, I won a liable judgment against the sludge. But Singer’s vomit remains on my name.
I note that that coward dirtball Devin Nunes did not mention in his memo that The Vulture originated the “Steele” dossier. (Kudos to my old comrade, the ethically-challenged Glenn Simpson of Fusion GPS, for charging Clinton a second time for the work paid for by a Republican.)
The FISA court is a secretive chamber which Edward Snowden courageously exposed as the judicial blessing of an ugly police spy state. Is that what we are lauding today? [My hat off to ex-CIA agent and whistleblower Mel Goodman for refusing to join the FBI praise choir.]
The joke’s on you, by the way: Trump has now held secret meetings with The Vulture — and, interestingly, Trump’s promise to close Singer’s favored tax loophole, vanished.