This is now a RICO case. Influence peddling, bribery, quid pro quo, immunity deals, and for all we know, wiretaps, phone phreaking, computer cracking, the whole nine yards. Meanwhile, the leaked warnings continue to get louder, as Clinton continues to get dumber and more senile with each passing week. But wait; thereâs still more! Comeyâs position on all this is unknown, but if I had to guess, my assessment of his position would beâfetal. In a classic counter-intel maneuver, he correctly instructed, and all the other agencies did not have to be told, that the leaks should focus on the e-mails. E-mails, e-mails, e-mails. Thatâs the euphemism the MSM have already chosen, so keep it there. That is the shiny object that will distract everyone from the real targetâthe Foundation. So for months, e-mail, e-mail. Look at the shiny object in this hand. Pay no attention the to giant pile of donkey shit in my other hand, e-mail. With any other target, whose attorney had not successfully got a POTUS acquitted of the only presidential impeachment trial in 150 years, it would have worked. Any other target would have realized that the whole jig is up, they have everything on you, there is no defense that any career federal judge will be able to keep a straight face at; itâs over. But not Hillary Clinton. She just keeps digging. Now the acronym RICO is on the wires. The jig is not just up; it has been launched into the actual air. Comey canât believe, with all his accumulated experience of the completely amoral human venality in Washington DC he has seen over a multi-decade career of dealing with the worst hive of scum and villainy, that this woman is
THIS.
FUCKING.
DENSE.
Because you canât unsqueeze this much toothpaste. Too many agents, officers, and cops know too much about it. It canât go away. Too many public records already show, beyond any evidentiary requirement, that at least four federal laws were broken. Clinton has publicly humiliated the FBI, not once, but several times, as have the president and the Attorney General. Comey could be the Galactic Champion Cat Herder for the ages and he will never be able to keep a lid on everyone who has enough dirt to ring up congressional hearings on this from now until Trumpâs third term expires. He has to do something. Itâs all bad, from an optics point of view. All paths are foreclosed on the âget out of jail freeâ fronts. He has no choice. The charges, the evidence, and all the messy details, they all have to go to Justice, with a recommendation to prosecute. There is no way out. Comey, however, will be tarred and feathered no matter what. Left, right, both, inside, outside, whatever. Pilloried by Hillary. Soâand butâthere is one thing he can do. He can call a press conference, when it is all wrapped and tied with a bow, and he can present it Lynch (or her designate) and tell the same assembled press âBy the way, Iâm out of here. I announce my retirement effective the instant my successor can be sworn in.â
This would cause several things to happen. First, Lynch would now be in possession of the hairball, and she will spend a couple of days hearing over the transom exactly how big, slimy, and radioactively toxic it really is. Comey will be sitting on a beach, practicing. Weâll come back to that. Lynch will come to realize that she has three choicesâthere will not be a fourth:
Indict the presumptive Democratic nominee.
Appoint a special prosecutor.
Resign.