In nifty coverage of Cheryl Scarboro’s departure from the SEC this week, the Wall Street Journal’s Dionne Searcey wrote:
When Scarboro joined the SEC 19 years ago the FCPA was barely a twinkle in enforcement authorities’ eyes. But in recent years amid an uptick in FCPA investigations as well as a huge increase in fines for offenses, Scarboro has had a hand in every major FCPA investigation the agency carried out and has worked closely with the Justice Department’s FCPA team.
Scarboro, former head of the SEC’s FCPA unit, is joining Simpson Thacher’s Washington D.C. office.
We’re not bothered by law-enforcement and regulatory types joining the private sector, as long as they don’t work on anything they knew about while at their agency. This is a capitalist system, after all.
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The Real War. Some words from Walt Whitman caught our eye (or ear). Whitman didn’t fight in the Civil War — he was already 42 when it started. But he worked in army hospitals around Washington, D.C. After the war ended in 1865 he wrote in his notebooks an entry called “the real war will never get into books.”
Here’s the snippet:
Such was the war. It was not a quadrille in a ball-room. Its interior history will not only never be written—its practicality, minutia; of deeds and passions, will never be even suggested. The actual soldier of 1862-’65, North and South, with all his ways, his incredible dauntlessness, habits, practices, tastes, language, his fierce friendship, his appetite, rankness, his superb strength and animality, lawless gait, and a hundred unnamed lights and shades of camp, I say, will never be written—perhaps must not and should not be.
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On the road. Charlie Sheen is out of the news, at least for now. Poor guy. But we’ve admired some of the writing he inspired.
Here’s our favorite:
He hath risen, twitching, sweating profusely and spinning like a top. How long will it last? How long until something gives? Not long. Sheen is the perfect energetic match to what we see and feel all around us right now. He’s a spectacularly fractured mirror reflecting the grotesque system that birthed him — smart, funny, wasted, hugely overpaid, egomaniacal, sexy, violently unhealthy, perverted, overamped, creepy, unhinged, lacking all center, moral compass spinning like a Catharine wheel, entirely unable and unwilling to take a deeper look at root causes. Ain’t that America.
It’s from Mark Morford, a columnist for the SF Gate.