Word: ratting
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Association in a Westchester, Calif., middle school and works hard to catch cues of brewing trouble. Last week, she says, she made a special effort to tune in to her 14-year-old, Adam, as he told her about a recent paint-ball game. "I didn't give a rat's a__," she admits, "but I listened...
Robert Rubin is happy. He's leaving the Treasury and Washington's rat race. Rubin's deputy, LARRY SUMMERS, is happy. He has been nominated to take over the Treasury Department. And STUART EIZENSTAT is happy. He's been promoted from his job as Under Secretary of State for Economic Affairs to be Summers' deputy. The only one unhappy is Secretary of State MADELEINE ALBRIGHT. She lured the Washington-savvy Eizenstat from the Commerce Department two years ago to grab back some control of international economic policy, which the State Department had ceded to other agencies. Since then, State...
...fecund is Andersen's satiric gift, and so broad his scope, that he almost incidentally sprays tiny rat-a-tat bullets at Alec Baldwin, Rupert Murdoch, Stephen Jay Gould, AIDS-awareness ribbons and the word lite. With a sweeter brand of malice, he takes direct (and hilarious) aim at Wall Street money-manager/pundit/provocateur (and TIME columnist) James J. Cramer, who is clearly the model for one of his more memorable characters...
Robert Rubin is happy. He's leaving the Treasury and Washington's rat race. Rubin's deputy, Larry Summers, is happy. He has been nominated to take over the Treasury Department. And Stuart Eizenstat is happy. He's been promoted from his job as Under Secretary of State for Economic Affairs to be Summers' deputy. The only one unhappy is Secretary of State Madeleine Albright. She lured the Washington-savvy Eizenstat from the Commerce Department two years ago to grab back some control of international economic policy, which the State Department had ceded to other agencies. Since then, State...
...calls his swanky law office "the house the Mob built." Its walls are decorated with newspaper stories about acquittals he won for alleged organized-crime figures. A toy rat lies dead in a trap near the fireplace, and a pair of steel balls given him by two reputed wiseguys hangs over the door. His name is Oscar Goodman, and he could be the next mayor of Las Vegas. As he tours Sin City on the campaign trail--gloating over its tacky exuberance, making love with it--I ride shotgun...