Polythene Pam

There have been plenty of unforgettable and unforgivable moments of public spectacle in Washington.  There was Joe McCarthy's meltdown at the 1954 Army-Communist hearings.  There were the 1985 Senate Parents' Music Resources Center hearings on popular music with dirty song lyrics, which was more embarrassing for the senators than for witnesses John Denver, Dee Snider and Frank Zappa.  There was also the infamous 1994 House hearing in which tobacco company executives all testified that nicotine is not addictive.  But nothing - not even the much-deserved humiliation that Zappa delivered to the Senate Commerce Committee - can compare to the spectacle Attorney General Pam Bondi made out of herself when she "testified" on the the subject of the Epstein files before the House Judiciary Committee.

Bondi gave a combative and fiery - and extremely inappropriate - performance that involved stonewalling and deflecting in a form of what should be called unrighteous indignation.  When ranking Democrat Jerrold Nadler of New York asked her how many Epstein associates her department - you know, the Justice Department? - had prosecuted, she took umbrage and wasted everyone's time with double talk.  When Kentucky congressman Tom Massie, one of the very few Republicans pursuing the Epstein case with forceful diligence, complained about information from among the Epstein files that had been removed from the Justice Department's Web site, Bondi responded that it was reinstated forty minutes after it had been removed; Massie responded by saying that it was reinstated forty minutes after she'd been caught trying to suppress it.

It was really something.  Bondi defended Donald Trump for his "transparency" by having signed the bill requiring the release of the Epstein files and conveniently overlooking the fact that documents have been selectively released and that the names of the perverts preying on little girls have been redacted.  She maintained her arrogance through questioning over one Jared Wise, a former FBI agent now in the employ of the Justice Department as a senior advisor.  He took part in the January 6 insurrection and was later charged for his involvement, only to receive - you guessed it - a presidential pardon from Trump. Bondi also defended Trump from insinuations that he was involved in pedophilia, and she most likely lied under oath by insisting that he had not been identified as a prime suspect.   And when Democrat Jamie Raskin of Maryland pushed on the Epstein issue, Bondi cited irrelevant news about the booming stock market under Trump's economic stewardship and addressed Representative Raskin as "Raskin," without a salutation.  Her hot and heavy stage show, likely the most tasteless display of self-righteousness by a bottle-blonde Italian since Madonna last "performed" in public, was compared by anti-Trump activist and ex-Republican advisor Rick Wilson to a fake orgasm - “"loud, theatrical, sweaty, and meant to trick just one man [Trump] into keeping her around by flattering his ego."    

And watching from her office on television, Kristi Noem is rumored to have said, "I'll have what she's having."

But the worst moment came when Democratic congresswoman Pramila Jayapal of Washington State asked the people in the gallery who had been abused by or because of Jeffrey Epstein to stand up and raise a hand if they had not been able to meet with anyone in the Justice Department.  Every Epstein survivor in attendance did so.

And Pam Bondi refused to even acknowledge them.

See why I have no time to comment on the Winter Olympics?  MAGA is flooding the zone with sewage, and this piece of sewage named Pam Bondi is serious stuff. 

Pam Bondi is a woman of great distinction, though not the sort of distinction anyone would care to assume the mantle of.  The best her supporters can say about her is that she acts like a man, as if she has a Y chromosome hidden in her DNA, just like an Uncle Tom Negro like Clarence Thomas might have white blood that makes him act like a nasty Caucasian.  At worst, she makes John Mitchell look like Robert F. Kennedy, Sr. by comparison.  And hopefully, when this regime is over (or should I say "if"?  MAGA may have the supernatural ability to perpetuate its hold on the federal government after Trump is finally gone), she'll join Mitchell as one of the only two Attorneys General to go to jail.

Don't pass go, Pam.  Don't collect your $200 retainer.