27593-112

He had the ear of the rulers of the free world.

He could have legislation passed as easily as some people can snap their fingers.

He had money.

He was generous with that money too, showering it on his friends in the halls of power in exchange for virtually anything he wanted.

In a world where "it's not who you are, but who you know," he knew them all, and they knew him.

Now, he hasn't a friend in the world.

At least, not one who would publicly acknowledge it.

He cost numerous men from all over the country their jobs.

He is a political leper who left chunks of his diseased flesh on careers and governments from Montana to Texas and all points in between.

Now, the money's of no use.

The friends are long gone.

The days of rubbing shoulders with the elite have been replaced by the stark reality of prison walls.

So, here he sits.

No longer the man behind the throne.

No longer the puppetmaster.

No longer Jack Abramoff.

But Federal Prisoner Number 27593-112.