Agent Mueller has died. I'm not popping any champagne corks; he's hardly worth that much effort. Nevertheless, I do unabashedly share in the President's sentiment. I'm glad he's dead. Just like I'm glad when ANY dirty pig bites the dust. Despite all of the sickening sweet accolades that are being heaped upon him and his life's work, the truth is that Robert Mueller was a man whose character never rose to the impressive bona fides he managed to acquire. He bore all of the right credentials, compiled a model resume. On paper he appeared as the poster child for Uniform Fetishist Monthly; the homoerotic spank bank for an entire generation of self-loathing mouth breathers. In truth, Agent Mueller was a mercenary hack who spent most of his days defecating upon the Constitution he was sworn to uphold.
Oaths are meaningless to pigs like Mueller, a minor inconvenience. The oath is just another inconsequential box that must be ticked off of the checklist. Just one more platitude to be mouthed, like the Bureau's empty motto of "Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity". They are words, when strung together, that sound good. They are meant to sound good. Not for our benefit, no. These things are mantras, soothing cope mechanisms for anal retentive control freaks; clutched to the breast like rosary beads, while they convince themselves that they are the embodiment of the law. Because being the law, one is above the law.
The weaponization of our law enforcement started a long time before Robert Mueller. Our federal law enforcement, as embodied by the FBI, is the product of an unholy union. Weaponization is the seed that fertilized the egg of a federal law enforcement agency. It has been a criminal enterprise from its conception. Now, more than fifty years after his death, the shadow of J. Edgar looms large as an institutional malignancy. Bongino bounced early and Mr. Patel isn't going to save it. It is unsalvageable.
In a career so long, there are many points to be examined. We are not going to do that here, today. We will highlight only three of the fruits of Agent Mueller's legacy. Mueller enabled Whitey Bulger. He provided cover. It's a fact. Mueller provided cover for Andrew Weissman. The report that bears Mueller's name is primarily the work of Weissman. Again, fact, not conjecture. And finally, Agent Mueller's greatest gift to us all: Saint James the Pious. Comey was nursed at Mueller's hairy teats and then handed the keys to the shop to carry on in that tradition. For this alone Mueller's name should be cursed.
There is a saying which has gained great currency in recent years: "When exposing a crime becomes a criminal act, you are being ruled by criminals". If Agent Mueller embodied anything, it was this.
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