Action movies aren’t my jam so I’ve only seen one of the Tom Cruise Mission Impossible flicks. I watched the first one because it was directed by Brian DePalma. I have, however, fond memories of the original TV series, which was more cerebral with some brainy cast members like Greg Morris, Martin Landau, and Leonard Nimoy. Capers were the IM team’s jam. Mission Impossible was on after my bedtime when I was a kid, so I was known to feign insomnia so I could watch it with my folks.
Each episode of the OG series began with a recorded voice giving the team its assignment:
As always, should you or any of your IM force be caught or killed, the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. Good luck, Jim. This tape will self-destruct in five seconds.”
That’s what being Trump’s Attorney General is like. He not only expects the impossible, he demands it. Like the IM tape, Pam Bondi self-destructed:
President Trump had complained too freely, too frequently, to too many people about her inability to prosecute the people he hates. She was falling short of Mr. Trump’s unyielding, unrealistic demands for retribution against his enemies. She had made mistake upon mistake in her handling of the Epstein files. Her critics were in the president’s ear.”
Bondi’s enemies gave the Kaiser of Chaos an earworm? I thought he was tone deaf. Was it this?
I hold no brief for Pam Bondi, after all I compared her public persona to a dominatrix in Mondo Bondi. But these public displays weren’t enough to save her job because she was given a mission impossible.
How impossible is the retribution agenda? Grand jurors have repeatedly refused to indict Trump’s enemies. In one case, nary a single grand juror voted to indict. That’s why I call it the Ham Sandwich Rebellion.
Bondi was a terrible Attorney General. She conducted purges at the department, made illegal appointments, and encouraged her subordinates to lie. How Trumpy is that?
The real Attorney General is President Pennywise. He’s the worst in American history: As corrupt as Harry Daugherty, John Mitchell, or Richard Kleindienst; as malevolent as A. Mitchell Palmer. Bondi was merely his cat’s paw. She was Matt Whitaker in a pants suit only without the flop sweat:
In the early days of Trump 2.0, I wrote about the MAGA DOJ Killer Bees: Bondi, Bove, and Blanche. Only Todd Blanche remains as the acting Attorney General. Who follows Bondi is irrelevant. They’ll be expected to do the impossible. Their real mission is to burn down the rule of law.
The last word goes to Elton John: