by Chris Campbell
Laissez Faire Books
“We’re running a f-cking casino.”
Those are words penned by the unknown author of The Confessions of Congressman X.
We finally got a chance to sit down and read the slim “tell-all” during the weekend.
It reads like a jaded and curmudgeonly blog written by an old tea kettle that’s had a cork in its spout. Steaming for decades, Mr. X finally exploded into one snarky, frank and, at moments, entertaining book.