DevelopmentsJames Howard Kunstler
The frantic ceremonies of Christmas shopping climax now. . . the stockings are hung by the chimney with care. . . and the republic judders into the darkest season of an evil era. You fear the one gift you have waited for lo these twelve months will not be delivered: the frog-marching of Brennan, Clapper, Comey, Strzok, HRC, Mayorkas, Monaco, Rosenstein, Priestap, Halper, Yates, Lynch, Garland, Wray, Haynes, Sullivan, Schiff, Warner, Eisen, Elias, Weissmann, Jack Smith. . . and many other deep state treason-goblins into the maw of a federal courthouse for processing like so many mackerel in a cat food cannery. “No arrests!” is the melancholy cry heard from sea to shining sea.
It’s true. A whole year ticked by and no accountability for the immense decade-long free-ranging crime-spree against our country by so many government officials. Did I leave out Mr. Obama? Yes. He would probably have to dangle as an “unindicted co-conspirator,” cuz president, and all. But maybe not. It’s open to interpretation, I grant you. . . assuming anyone in the Trump DOJ could actually get serious and move a folder off his/her desk. Anyway, Christmas is upon us and the MAGA minions sulk in despair. No arrests!
And no Epstein files for you either, Tiny Tim, after all this hassling, haggling, screwing-around, trash-talk, innuendo, duplicity, dissimulation, and subterfuge. What is in there, do you suppose, that the country couldn’t take? Photos of Bill Clinton riding Ghislaine Maxwell like a bucking bronco? Larry Summers naked as a manatee in the shallow end of the Little St. James pool? Tom Hanks chowing down on a roasted human heart? You see: that’s where the mind goes when the truth is withheld.
Anyway, Dan Bongino, good old Danny Boombatz, has left the building, visibly sadder but wiser. He is — no sarc here — a first-class American patriot. Do not doubt that. He surely took the job as Deputy Director of the FBI because the president importuned him to do so, and how can you say no when a president calls? Yet, something happened to him in FBI HQ, some dark passage into altered consciousness, and now he is out.
It’s pretty obvious that he missed his wife and children, and his former life in Florida, and his days on the mic in his studio. . . and that he had to suffer being quartered on some dreary DC military base for his safety the whole time he served the FBI. I suppose he accomplished quite a bit of a routine, plodding, law enforcement nature — catching bad guys and such all year. But. . . and it’s a big but. . . he was not able to effectuate the rounding-up of the aforementioned deep state villains we all know about — and hardly anyone knew more about that gang than Danny B — and it must have really grated to see them all still out there, flapping their gums on MSNBC.
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