There Were No Rogue Agents In the IRS Scandal
They were all looking at me. Staring, actually. I looked around the silent sales room. No one blinked. They were all stunned. For twenty minutes, I’d laid on a coating of bullshit that would have made Bill Clinton cringe. And it worked. I sold a year of lawn care to a woman who, at first, thought our service was an environmental menace. “Do you know Dr. Peter Raven?” I asked. “From the botanical gardens?” she





