
A Visit to Baghdad Betty’s Farm
Hot dog heiress Elissa Slotkin and other politicians can’t help but pander to the working class
By Charlie LeDuff · October 7, 2024
It would really be none of my business, except for the fact that Slotkin has made this story a centerpiece of her election bid for three cycles now. Gov. Gretchen Whitmer tells a similar tale of health insurance woes, never bothering to mention that her father was the CEO of Blue Cross Blue Shield.
The political elite understand that populism is real, and that they, the scions of the moneyed class, have benefited from corporatization and globalization. The American political system has been hijacked by the well-heeled, while working people continue to watch their jobs get shipped away.
So when the offspring of the opulent come pandering for our votes, their pitch is a devilish one: I’m one of you! I’ve got co-pays and prescriptions bills, too.
The state of Michigan politics is so infected—and the public so fed up—that the rich folks who seek the conspicuous chairs of Congress find themselves having to move away when their district lines get redrawn, because their own neighbors won’t vote for them.
There are at least a half-dozen of them by my count.
Worst among them may be Slotkin, who moved from Washington D.C. in 2017 to the old family farm to run for Congress. That was before she moved into a lobbyist’s condo in Lansing when she was re-districted, only to abandon the new district and return to the family farm in her old district after winning election in the new district.
An enterprising young person might think of starting a relocation service for our congressional members. Call it “Clown Cart Associates.”
It’s not as though Slotkin never worked for a living. She has indeed. Her campaign commercials tell you…sort of.
Slotkin was recruited by the CIA after 9/11 and did three tours in Iraq. That much is true. She worked from 2003-2017 for the alphabet soup of the American Intelligence agencies: CIA, DNI, NSC, DOS, and DOD. Her specialty was supposedly Iraq and Iran, and she climbed to the highest echelons of the Deep State during America’s abject adventures in Mesopotamia.
It was under her advice and counsel, in part, that a quarter-million Iraqi civilians were killed; nearly 40,000 American service members died or suffered injuries; the state sanctioned torture; the dark prisons; the sieges of Fallujah; the rise of Isis, and the failed Iran nuclear deal.
So naïve and superficial was Slotkin’s knowledge and intel that the late Sen. John McCain famously told her at her 2014 confirmation hearing for assistant defense secretary that she was “totally unqualified” and that her understanding of the American policy in Iraq defied credulity. “Either you don’t know the truth or you are not telling the truth,” he said.
Slotkin’s nomination never made it out of committee.
Oddly, little of Slotkin’s past has been relayed to the public during this, the most important election of our lifetimes. But that’s the thing about unquestioned personal histories and work resumes served up by political professionals.
They’re a lot like Ball Park franks. They plump when you cook them.


