Oh, piffle. Corruption is seldom so blatant, these are courtesans, not whores. They are not corrupt and cynical, merely hard-headed and realistic.
Schacte talks to Smith, sharing thier mutual civic virtue and deep concern for the future of their beloved Republic. They speak in troubled tones, worrying what dread fate may come to pass if the Wrong People take power, the weak, the vacillating, the wooly-thinking…the liberals!
And Schacte tells Smith what he knows about Kerry, something Smith suspected all along, that Kerry is a fraud and a liar, an obscenely ambitious scoundrel who happens not, this time, to be from Arkansas.
And Smith tells Jones, Jones tells Brown, Brown knows a fellow who works in Contracts and Procurors…Procurement, that is. They are talking about what a fine fellow Schacte is, and an astonishing coincidence comes to light! This very fellow, Schacte, is eligible for a contract, indeed, such a contract is already under consideration! How much stranger is life than fiction, so full of coincidence!
Of course one judges a contract on its merits, but of course many times, there is no clear decision possible simply on fact, one must judge character as well. And the character of Schacte…well, this is amply testified! Good and trustworthy men, men of impeccable civic virtue, have spoken highly of Mr. Schacte’s integrity, honesty, and courage.
This is how dignified men of character conduct themselves. Not “fucky-sucky five dollar, 10 dollar love you long time.”