COMMENT: Trump pardoned Kidan: three days, $2,600

What has just been broken can never be mended

They had trust. That trust will never return.

It took just three days to turn justice into a barter counter.

I looked at the date, and something snapped in the way I see this country. On June 23, Trump showed up in Ryan Mackenzie’s district to campaign alongside him.

Seven days later, Adam Kidan signed a check for $2,600. Three days after that: the pardon was granted. Three dates. One pattern. No mystery—except the one that no one at the top wants to speak of aloud.

Kidan isn’t some unknown figure who came out of nowhere.

He is a man convicted in one of the most well-documented corruption cases in recent American history, the 2005 Abramoff scandal. In that case, Kidan and Jack Abramoff were ordered to pay $217 million in restitution to Native American tribes.

He served his sentence. Controversial pardons are nothing new: Clinton pardoned Marc Rich, and Biden pardoned his son.

But none of them followed such a stark timeline—seven days between the check and the pardon, a timeframe no public defender would ever secure for their client.

This is what betrayal looks like when it wears a suit. Not a coup. Not a shootout. A timeline. A check. A stamp.

People who still believed that American justice was guided by anything other than the arithmetic of donations are learning this week the exact price of their illusion. That trust will not return. And you—how much longer do you intend to call this clemency?

What silence protects is never innocent

A scandal doesn’t begin with a speech or a decree. It begins with a date on a check.

On June 30, Adam Kidan—convicted of fraud in the Abramoff case, a man who still owed $217 million in restitution to defrauded Native American tribes—signed a $2,600 donation to Ryan Mackenzie’s campaign.

Three days later, the presidential pardon arrived. Three days.

The time between the payment and the expungement of his criminal record lasted no longer than a long national holiday weekend, while thousands of men without checkbooks or access to a Republican representative continue to serve their sentences, letter after letter, hearing after hearing, without a response.

Think about what that $2,600 bought. Not the pardon itself—no one can prove that, and that’s precisely the problem. What the money bought was access: a dinner, a hallway, a listening ear.

The presidential machine doesn’t spring into action for a stranger. It gets moving for someone who has paid the entry fee—however modest it may be. On June 23, Trump campaigned in Mackenzie’s district.

A week later, a close donor to that same elected official got what innocent people have been waiting for for years. The smell in that hallway isn’t that of justice. It’s that of a teller window.

Think about what this is officially called. It’s called the president’s discretionary power—a constitutional power, almost unlimited, that no Congress can rein in. It’s called a legitimate process. It’s called clemency.

The word “clemency” implies that we look at a man’s suffering and choose to lighten his burden—not because he wrote a check on time, but because justice demands it.

What these three days have shown is something entirely different. It is not clemency. It is pricing. And once the price is known, no one can claim to be unaware of it.

America has put its justice system up for auction—and no one has outbid it

Three days, a check, a betrayal: the chronology of an institutional outrage

The president’s pen scratches across the official parchment under the camera flashes, the ink still wet as the pardon slips through the fingers of the man in the suit, his smirk like a wine stain on a white tablecloth—three days earlier, that same man had slipped a check into an envelope, the rustle of the paper as discreet as the crack of a match before a fire, and there it was: justice had sold itself to the highest bidder, dazed, speechless, empty-handed like a court clerk after the final gavel strike.

Adam Kidan’s conviction was no abstraction: Native American tribes defrauded of $217 million, a man who served eighteen months in prison, a legal debt that years had failed to erase. The courts had ruled. The case was closed.

And yet, on June 30, a check for $2,600 left Kidan’s hands and landed in Representative Ryan Mackenzie’s account. Three days later, the White House signed the pardon. Not in six months. Not after a review.

Three days—the time it takes to clear a wire transfer and draft an executive order.

Here is the timeline, without comment. On June 23, Trump campaigned in Mackenzie’s district. On June 30, Kidan donated $2,600 to the same lawmaker’s leadership PAC. On July 3, the presidential pardon arrived. The sequence was mechanical. Precise.

It left no room for chance. This is no coincidence of timing—it’s a bill paid by the book, with the deadlines of a service contract, in the administrative language of a system that has learned to make itself invisible while remaining visible.

What no one will mention in official statements is the names of those who didn’t have $2,600 available that day. Thousands of men and women are serving their sentences while that check was making its way through the system.

None of them had access to a campaign representative, a fundraising dinner, or the mechanics of a donation that opens armored doors. Impunity is never absolute—it comes at a price. Here, that price was on full display.

$2,600: the paltry price of a life stolen from the scales of Themis

On June 23, Trump campaigned for Ryan Mackenzie in Pennsylvania—one of the most hotly contested districts of 2026. On June 30, Adam Kidan signed a check for $2,600 in support of that same Mackenzie.

Three days later, the White House expunged Kidan’s criminal record with the stroke of a pen. Three days. That’s how quickly American justice is negotiated when you know the right people. No hearing. No public deliberation.

No parliamentary oversight mechanism to rein in the president’s power. A check issued between June 30 and July 3—and impunity arrives with the punctuality of an automatic acknowledgment of receipt.

Kidan’s record is not clean. In the Abramoff case—the major political corruption scandal of 2005—Kidan and Jack Abramoff were ordered to pay $217 million in restitution to Native American tribes that had been defrauded over decades.

Kidan served eighteen months. Eighteen months for $217 million in damages. The bill, however, cannot be erased: entire communities have waited for reparations that the system has dragged out through proceedings, appeals, and delays.

These people didn’t have a checkbook to present to Washington. They paid for everything—and they will continue to pay long after the presidential pardon has been forgotten in a footnote.

What we’re seeing here is influence peddling stripped down to its most bare-bones mechanism: a wealthy man pays, a wealthy man is set free.

The word “peddling” defies euphemism—not a favor, not clemency, not a miscalibrated act of presidential mercy. An exchange. The timing is the proof, and the proof lies in the dates.

The Trump administration has produced no public justification related to the legal merits of the case. The columnist waiting for a substantive explanation can close his notebook. There won’t be one. None was ever intended.

Adam Kidan, or the Art of Turning a Conviction into a Profitable Investment

From Prison to Pardon: How a Con Artist Bought His Ticket to Oblivion

Tell me, you who pay your traffic tickets on time and still believe that justice has a balance, how do you react when a con artist, after bleeding Native American communities of 217 million, buys his freedom with a pittance of a check and a smirk, while your taxes fund prison bars that have never served any purpose for guys like him?

Look at what the presidential pardon has become.

Adam Kidan caused Native American tribes to lose 217 million dollars in one of the most well-documented corruption schemes in recent American lobbying history—the Abramoff scandal of 2005; the files exist, the names are on record.

He served eighteen months in prison. He signed a restitution agreement. Then, a single check for $2,600 to Ryan Mackenzie’s campaign—and three days later, Trump wiped the slate clean. Not the moral debt. The legal debt.

These are two different things—and we must name this difference to gauge what it costs.

What this pardon signals is not an exception. It’s a price.

If $2,600 is enough to set the mechanism in motion—not a seven-figure donation, not super-committee funding, but $2,600, the price of a high-end television—then the question that arises is this: how many other cases are pending, pen in hand, calculating the minimum amount needed to set the mechanism in motion?

Prison becomes a temporary investment. The conviction, a bargaining chip. And the $4.4 million in restitution wiped out along with the sentence represents the real dividend—not freedom, but the net profit.

This is what the watchdog must call out before it becomes a nameless norm. Democrats denounce it; journalists count the days between the donation and the pardon; but the system itself doesn’t creak. It runs. It adjusts.

In the contested districts of 2026, candidates look at this precedent and realize that their own leadership PAC can become a conduit. This isn’t a one-off disaster. It’s an infrastructure. And an infrastructure without resistance becomes entrenched.

The Abramoff Case Revisited: When Fraud Becomes a Political Springboard

Here is what the Abramoff scandal produced—and what no one calls by its blunt name: a manual.

A how-to guide for turning a conviction into political capital, shame into leverage, and a prison sentence into a calling card among those who grant pardons. $217 million extorted from Native American tribes. Years in prison.

And at the end of the road—not oblivion, not erasure—rehabilitation through the Republican donor circuit. Kidan didn’t disappear after 2005. He recalibrated.

He learned the language that now matters in Washington: the check, the dinner, the handshake at the right moment. This isn’t redemption. It’s an industrial turnaround.

What this precedent portends for tomorrow is more troubling than what it reveals about yesterday.

Tomorrow, every person convicted of financial fraud with a thick enough address book will know there’s a way out—not through lawyers, not through appellate judges, but through fundraising.

Tomorrow, prosecutors who spend years building cases will look at Kidan’s trajectory and silently calculate whether their work can withstand a $2,600 donation made to the right representative, at the right time, in the right contested district.

Corruption never takes root in a system as a sudden rupture—it takes root as legal precedent. One case. Then two. Then a norm.

What the system has just embedded in its workings is irreversible unless someone calls it out for what it is. What Trump signed is not a presidential pardon in the constitutional sense—it’s a price list.

What Kidan bought is not forgiveness for a wrongdoing—it is proof that certain wrongdoings have a price for redemption, and that this price is within reach of anyone who frequents the right dinner parties.

What voters in Pennsylvania—and everywhere else—will have to face head-on is this: their judicial system no longer weighs the case alone. It also weighs the donor behind it. The question isn’t whether there are other Kidans out there.

The question is how many are already waiting in line.

The Power of Pardon, or How Donald Trump Privatized Clemency

The White House as a Shop: Cronyism Elevated to the Status of an Institution

Three days after a $2,600 check slipped into a political party’s coffers, a presidential pardon was granted—while on the other side of the country, a father languished in prison for stealing enough to feed his children.

Justice, for its part, has no expiration date. It has a price.

In 2005, when the Abramoff scandal rocked Washington, it became clear that Native American tribes hadn’t bought laws—they had rented access. Kidan was there, at the heart of the machine. The courts ordered him to repay $217 million.

The restitution was specified in the judgment—named, quantified, and dated.

That figure represented names: entire communities defrauded—the Tigua, Coushatta, and Saginaw Chippewa—development funds diverted to accounts that no one should ever have filled. They are still waiting.

This detail must be noted here, because the sequence of events that follows makes sense only if we keep in mind who footed the bill.

And then, in 2026, that same man received a presidential pardon. The judicial system had handed down a verdict. The White House wiped it out with a single stroke.

I admit that I can’t look at this timeline without feeling something akin to shame—not for myself, but for the process itself, reduced to a mere formality.

Twenty years after the Abramoff case, a conviction can be overturned if you know the right phone numbers. Let’s be blunt: this isn’t an anomaly; it’s the new normal.

Every time leniency followed a donation, the explanation was: special circumstances, individual merit, a thorough review of the case. The record, however, isn’t reinterpreted according to the mood of the day—it just keeps piling up.

There are precedents, and none of them has cost anyone their job.

That’s what weighs heavily now that the dust has settled—not the transaction itself, but the fact that the system runs without resistance. Someone signed the pardon. Someone cashed in the donation. Business as usual.

And the millions that Kidan still owed to the original victims—no one knows exactly what became of them in the wake of this clemency. The lack of an answer is, in itself, an answer.

A pattern, not an exception: when clemency becomes a bargaining chip

There are archives that do not lie, even when no one reads them aloud.

Kidan’s conviction ranks among the most thoroughly documented cases of corruption in the recent history of American lobbying. Tribes swindled. Funds embezzled. A sentence served.

And yet, in 2026, his name reappears, clean as a whistle, in the official records—erased with a stroke of the presidential pen, as if the court had never existed.

It’s not the $2,600 check that sends a chill down the spine. It’s what it reveals about the nature of the system.

Defenders of the executive branch will have an easy time pointing out that controversial pardons aren’t the exclusive domain of any one political camp—Clinton and Marc Rich, Biden and his own son—and they won’t be wrong in principle.

But the truth is that the repetition here has a particular rhythm: the timing is too tight, the gift too specific, and the recipient too close to the inner circle for coincidence to hold as an explanation.

What we’re seeing could be called the privatization of clemency: not a pardon granted as an exception, but a recurring pattern, with the White House turning pardons into a bargaining chip. The list of beneficiaries is not an anomaly. It’s a catalog.

Somewhere in a federal file, the timeline remains: June 23, Trump’s visit to Mackenzie’s district; June 30, the $2,600 donation; three days later, the pardon. Date. File it away. Name it.

Because no serious reform proposal—whether it’s a public registry cross-referencing pardons and campaign donations, or minimal parliamentary oversight—can even be put on the table as long as the sequence of events remains without a named actor.

And you, who recognize that precise feeling of witnessing something without being able to stop it—that’s the precision we must maintain. Not fruitless anger. Precision. Because verified facts are the only thing those in power cannot pardon.

$2,600 is the price of your dignity—if you can’t afford it

Two-tiered justice: why the rich pay off their sentences with checks

Three days, two thousand six hundred bucks, and presto—justice can be bought like a coffee at Tim’s, but without the line; the verdict is blunt: your country is nothing more than a cash register for crooks in suits, period.

What’s called the judicial system has a price. Not posted. Not written into the law. But it exists, and we’ve just seen the receipt: $2,600 paid on June 30, a presidential pardon granted on July 3. Three days.

A man convicted in the Abramoff case—one of the biggest corruption schemes of 2005, involving $217 million swindled from Native American tribes—is restored to the status of an upstanding citizen with the stroke of a pen.

Meanwhile, others are serving their sentences without a checkbook, without access to a representative who has the president’s ear, without a direct phone line to the Oval Office. This is no coincidence of timing. It’s a system.

The official language says “pardon granted following a review of the circumstances.” Let’s demystify that phrase. It means: someone weighed the cases.

And in Kidan’s column was a dated donation, a named candidate, a district identified as one of the most hotly contested in the 2026 congressional elections.

“Influence peddling” is not a term used in the White House—they say “rehabilitation,” they say “second chance.”

While everyone was talking about rehabilitation, a man sentenced to 18 months and ordered to repay his share of the 217 million saw $4.4 million in court-ordered debt simply wiped clean. A $1 million dinner had already served as a down payment.

Debts get lighter when the bill is paid in politics.

After July 3, the establishment still refuses to ask this question out loud: How much were the people Kidan and Abramoff swindled actually worth?

These tribes didn’t have $2,600 to pay a representative from Pennsylvania. They had lawyers who had promised them the rule of law. The state has given its answer. It amounts to three days and a single figure.

The dignity of justice does not collapse with a great crash—it disappears cleanly, recorded, dated, without a sound.

The average citizen faced with impunity: an open wound in the social contract

The donation on June 30 and the pardon three days later are set down in black and white—it is this quiet chronology that is damning.

While thousands of ordinary Americans serve sentences for comparable frauds—without connections, without a checkbook, without access to a Republican representative from Pennsylvania—the system has produced a brutal calculation: $2,600 was enough to open a door that twenty years of incarceration can no longer close.

The social contract states that justice is blind. Adam Kidan has just ripped off its blindfold.

Impunity has a distinct smell—that of documents signed in silence, cases quietly closed, convictions erased with the stroke of a pen, while the victims of the $217 million scam targeting Native American tribes have recovered nothing. These plundered communities have no CAP.

They don’t have million-dollar dinners. They have reservations, broken promises, and the echo of a pardon they were told was impossible. This isn’t a glitch in the system. It’s the system working exactly as it was designed to for some.

The word “pardon” is beautiful. Almost theological. It evokes mercy, redemption—something that transcends ordinary law. But when grace arrives three days after the check dated June 30, the word loses its meaning. All that remains is a receipt.

And somewhere, an ordinary citizen—convicted for far less, with no useful phone number—understands deep down that the contract never really included his name.

The scales of justice tip in favor of the highest bidder—and that is a national disgrace

When the law becomes a commodity: the symbolic collapse of an ideal

The judge who approved this pardon never wrote in his ruling what everyone knows—that justice, here, functions like a ticket window where greenbacks serve as priority tickets.

This silence weighs heavily like a betrayal.

It confirms that the rule of law has become a shadow theater where the powerful perform their own play, while ordinary citizens watch, powerless, as the very system meant to protect them crumbles.

There is a word to describe the act of naming a crime that no language had yet been able to capture—and Raphaël Lemkin coined that word because he understood that the unnameable becomes tolerable.

What happened with the pardon granted to Adam Kidan is not an isolated abuse. It is confirmation that impunity now has an unofficial price, a precise timeline, and a documented procedure.

There’s no need to hide it. It’s enough that no one names it.

Justice did not die all at once.

It faded away line by line, pardon by pardon, check by check—until the moment when $217 million in restitution ordered by a court became a footnote that a $2,600 campaign donation was enough to erase.

Defrauded Native American tribes have waited years for redress. The wait tastes of dust and files that have come to a standstill.

The scandal isn’t loud. It’s procedural. That’s what makes it last.

What this case leaves behind isn’t rage—rage passes.

It’s something far heavier: the certainty that the ideal of blind justice was perhaps nothing more than a carefully painted facade, and that we’ve just seen the other side of it. $2,600. Three days.

A signature. The ideal, however, was shown no mercy.

The forgotten victims: those defrauded Native American tribes who never received what was owed to them

There’s a set of numbers that no one wants to face head-on.

Adam Kidan and Jack Abramoff were ordered to repay $217 million to Native American tribes they had systematically defrauded—people who had entrusted their money, their lobbying efforts, and their political future to men who devoured them with a smile.

These communities never recovered what was owed to them. Not in full. The figure was set in stone in the judgment, enshrined in law, and yet it remained a dead letter in the accounts.

Impunity takes on a particular texture when it is administrative. It doesn’t scream. It files away.

It prints a case number, stamps a page, and files the debt away in a column that no one will ever consult.

While the tribes waited—band council meetings, exhausted lawyers, promises from Washington as fleeting as April snow—Kidan resurfaced in Republican donor circles, his criminal record turned into a story of redemption, his conviction transformed into an anecdote about his journey.

I admit I reread this file three times, hoping I’d misread the dates. I hadn’t misread them.

What remains of those 217 million is a void that the presidential decree does not name. The pardon erases Kidan’s sentence. It does not erase the debt he owes to those he defrauded.

It does not restore the lost years to those tribal councils that pleaded their case in the American legal desert.

You could call this a failed attempt at restorative justice, yet another scandal in an already overloaded agenda.

As for me, I call it by its real name: America has chosen who deserved to be forgotten, and it has chosen the same people as always.

Three Days to Erase a Crime: The Mechanics of Organized Amnesia

What a pardon cannot erase

Twenty years of justice reduced to nothing for twenty-six cents, and the worst part isn’t the money—it’s that this figure has been engraved into our laws as the official price of treason—a disgrace that reminds us that even numbers have a soul, and that it bleeds in silence.

And yet, the mechanics are there, laid bare for all to see, without the slightest modesty: $2,600, three days, a stroke of the president’s pen—and twenty years of legal proceedings vanish.

This is not an accusation. It is a chronology. The dates are in the archives. The amounts have been verified.

What resists the pardon—what no parchment signed at the White House can absorb—is the mechanism itself: the fact that the system produced this sequence, that it is legible, that it is repeatable, and that no one within the system deemed it necessary to slow down.

What endures is the figure of $217 million in restitution—debts owed to defrauded Indigenous communities—wiped out by a sentence reduced to 18 months—and now, by this campaign donation that smacks of well-rehearsed protocol.

What stands out is the sound an institution makes when it bends: not a crash, not an explosion. A discreet, administrative, almost odorless shift. A stamp. A date.

A name that vanishes from the lists of convicts while others, without a checkbook, serve out their sentences in an ordinary cell.

What endures, finally, is the question no one officially asks: how much was the next one worth? Not the fruitless anger—it rebuilds nothing.

What stands firm, what deserves to be built upon these very ruins, is the demand for a public, systematic registry of every presidential pardon cross-referenced with every campaign donation made in the preceding ninety days.

Impunity is not fought with outrage. It is fought with transparency, with the date recorded, with the amount specified, with the file that will never be closed again. The betrayal is documented.

The response, however, remains to be written.

The “exemplary behavior” alibi: when prison becomes a rehabilitation program for the privileged

There’s something that just doesn’t sit right about this phrase—“exemplary behavior.” It sounds clean. It sounds deserved.

It sounds as if the judicial system had weighed every day, every action, every hour served behind bars, and rendered a verdict of sincere rehabilitation.

But Adam Kidan had helped defraud tribal communities of $217 million. He had served 18 months.

And three days after a $2,600 check was issued, the pardon paperwork bore this word: exemplary. The word doesn’t describe a journey. It covers up a transaction.

There are thousands of inmates tonight who could claim exactly the same title. Men who held on. Who followed the programs.

Who did the work the system asked them to do—without a checkbook, without a network, without access to a Republican elected official in Pennsylvania. Their cases, meanwhile, are still pending.

No presidential pardon at the end of the hall. No early release date wrested from seventy-two hours of favorable timing.

“Exemplary behavior” doesn’t carry the same weight depending on which bank you deposit it in.

There’s one thing this pardon leaves hanging in the air, like the smell of burnt paper that can never be recovered. Justice has its own language. A vocabulary of responsibility, debt, and reparation.

This language exists so that words mean something constant—for everyone, not just for those who can sign a check at the right moment.

When “exemplary behavior” becomes the veneer on a purchased favor, it’s not just the words that lose their meaning. It’s the promise that the law stands firm, even when no one is watching.

America is selling off its values piece by piece—and the world watches, dumbfounded

A Dangerous Precedent: How This Pardon Undermines Trust in Institutions

The creak of the Oval Office door closing on the envelope stuffed with bills, that sharp rustle of paper against the leather of the presidential chair, that muffled thud of the official seal being affixed as one would seal a coffin—these are the only sounds that remain when a nation buries its principles under the weight of a purchased pardon, and the world, eyes wide open, hears the foundations of what was once an ideal cracking, now reduced to dust beneath the greedy fingers of a system that sells itself to the highest bidder.

What remains standing after a compromise like that is an empty shell. The words—equality before the law, the presumption of judicial independence, the integrity of the presidential office—still stand on paper, but something beneath them has given way. Not dramatically.

Not with a crash that can be dated. Silently, like a load-bearing wall that’s cracked line by line until the day the ceiling comes crashing down.

Meanwhile, thousands of people are serving sentences that no one will ever review—because they didn’t have $2,600 to put in the right place, nor the right connections to find the right window.

You look at this and tell yourself it’s far away. That it’s Washington. That you have nothing to do with this system.

But every morning, you place your trust in institutions built on the principle that justice isn’t something to be bargained over between fundraising drives—and that principle, this week, has been sold out. Not symbolically.

In concrete terms, with a date: June 30, a check; three days later, a pardon. Impunity now has a receipt. And the receipt is public.

What should be burning us up is precisely this: we can read everything, verify everything, and the mechanism keeps turning.

Trust doesn’t die all at once. It wears away.

Case after case, pardon after pardon, check after check—until the moment when no one is surprised anymore that a man sentenced to 18 months in prison, required to repay $217 million, walks free because he knows someone who knows someone.

This isn’t high-profile corruption. It’s administrative corruption—the worst kind, because it becomes normalized before we’ve even had time to name it. And we just carry on.

Democracy on Sale: When Money Buys More Than Just Goods, but Lives

What remains of this case isn’t the scandal—you’ve already processed the scandal, filed it away, and forgotten it amid the clamor of the next news story.

What remains is the image: a man convicted of fraud, ordered to repay $217 million to the tribes he had swindled, who emerges from the shadows three days after a $2,600 check—cleared by decree.

Not exonerated by the evidence. Cleared by proximity. This isn’t an anomaly of the system—it’s the system working exactly as intended, for those who can afford a seat at the table.

Democracy didn’t die in a coup. It sold itself off piece by piece, in neat little slices, each accompanied by a sober press release, a procedural justification, and the polite silence of those in the know. The defrauded tribes, however, received no clemency.

Their money—217 million—was never fully returned to them. They had no checks to write. They had no campaigns to finance.

They were simply wrong to be poor in a country where justice is measured in available dollars, not in damages suffered.

The word we’re looking for isn’t “corruption.” It’s too broad, too overused, too convenient. The right word is “sale.” A presidential pardon was sold. The idea that a pardon is earned through actions was sold.

They sold the promise that the law applies equally—and the receipt for the transaction amounts to $2,600, three days, and Kidan’s name on a decree.

Democracy on sale is exactly that: not a grand, spectacular betrayal, but a modest, almost mundane price tag.

Conclusion: Democracy on Sale

The Pardon Stall

In six months, another mega-donor will line up the zeros on a check, and the White House will respond with an executive order carved in the marble of impunity. They’ll call it an “act of clemency.”

I, for one, will call it an armed robbery against the very idea of justice. The keys to the kingdom will have been sold off, and the people will have nothing left but their eyes to cry with—or to close.

So no, I won’t get used to it. I won’t normalize it. I won’t forgive it. Because a democracy that sells itself by the kilo of clemency is no longer a democracy. It’s a marketplace.

No comment, then—except for this one: when Trump pardoned Kidan in three days for $2,600, he didn’t just sell off one man; he posted the price for the next one.

Signed, Jacques Pj Provost, columnist

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