On the occasion of more “resignations” at FBI (following “demotions” and “firings” that have bled the agency’s top management for months–most at the behest of Obama appointed Inspector General Michael Horowitz), and a Federal Judge rebuking former FBI head Robert Mueller’s team for “lying about the scope of the investigation” into Trump fixer Paul Manafort which, you will be shocked to learn, is not really about Manafort’s ten-year-old fraud cases (which couldn’t have been new news even to Robert Mueller).
The judge, who had previously deemed Manafort a serious flight risk, was also a bit perturbed to discover that Mueller is using a warrant obtained in an FBI counterintelligence operation to pursue criminal prosecutions.
Apparently, that’s a no-no. Abuse of power or something.
What? By a Special Prosecutor who used to head the FBI? Say it ain’t so.
I haven’t quite been able to credit it before–and there’s a long way to go–but the Security State is, for the moment, back on its heels. The Trump administration, boxing from the shadows for a year-and-a-half, has now surpassed Jimmy Carter’s mass firing at Langley in the late 70s, and become the most serious threat to the real government behind the shadow puppets we elect every 2 to 4 years since John Kennedy threatened to smash the CIA in the early 60s.
We all know how it worked out for Kennedy and Carter…And Donald Trump might not be bound by whatever moral or legal constraints those men would have recognized should he, unlike them, emerge victorious.
So I ‘m not dancing a jig. We must all be careful what we wish for and one thing thirty-five years of knowing who’s really in charge has taught me is to trust no one.
But I am watching the dread institutions who must be disbanded before any other progress can be made–CIA, FBI, NSA, DNI, etc.–circle the drain.
As a fan of Liberal Democracy, who does not accept that free people need spy services, secret police forces or star chambers, I’d take a final flushing over Peace in Our Time, 2 percent Real Unemployment, a Balanced Budget, or a 30,000 Dow Average every day of the week and twice on Sunday.
Hey, I can dream, can’t I?
Here’s to you, boys….and to stomping roaches.