“It first starts with an intrepid rat... that goes up to the toilet bowl of the Speaker, just as he's sitting down to do his business... Some readers who couldn't get past the first few pages... called it disgusting and upsetting, and I said, "Well, you're describing the behavior of Congress..."”

— Ralph Nader

"How The Rats Reformed The Congress" (2018)

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American consumer rights activist and corporate critic 1934

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