We already knew that the least qualified FBI director in history was a bro who liked to party. We didn’t, however, know how bad it was until Sarah Fitzpatrick’s exposé of Kash Patel’s boozy, boozy ways went live. The title speaks for itself: The Director Is MIA.
Several officials told me that Patel’s drinking has been a recurring source of concern across the government. They said that he is known to drink to the point of obvious intoxication, in many cases at the private club Ned’s in Washington, D.C., while in the presence of White House and other administration staff. He is also known to drink to excess at the Poodle Room, in Las Vegas, where he frequently spends parts of his weekends. Early in his tenure, meetings and briefings had to be rescheduled for later in the day as a result of his alcohol-fueled nights, six current and former officials and others familiar with Patel’s schedule told me.”
Isn’t that peachy? We’re at war with Iran and the FBI director crawls into a bottle and vanishes many evenings. Incommunicado is not a word ordinarily associated with FBI directors but it is with the incompetent Mr. Patel. That makes his drinking a national security problem. Does anyone think Bob Mueller was ever incommunicado during W’s wars?
Ever since Cosplay Kristi was ousted there have been rumors that Kash’s pinhead would be the next to roll. He’s survived on pure sycophancy, offering the Kaiser of Chaos the heads of FBI agents who worked on the cases against him. It’s called feeding the beast.
Chaos is the defining feature of Trump 2.0. The chaos begins and at the top and runs through the MAGA movement like shit through a goose: Inelegant but true.
Kash Patel’s incompetence is par for the MAGA course. His inebriation is not: His boss is a teetotaler. It’s one of the few things Trump and Joe Biden have in common. A tolerance for incompetent aides is not among them. Biden would have never appointed a paranoid podcaster to any job let alone such an important one.
It was bad enough hearing about Patel’s abuse of the agency’s perks such as assigning special agents to chauffeur his girlfriend, but this takes the rum cake:
On multiple occasions in the past year, members of his security detail had difficulty waking Patel because he was seemingly intoxicated, according to information supplied to Justice Department and White House officials. A request for “breaching equipment”—normally used by SWAT and hostage-rescue teams to quickly gain entry into buildings—was made last year because Patel had been unreachable behind locked doors, according to multiple people familiar with the request.”
Isn’t that special?
FBI directors are appointed to fixed 10-year terms. They’re not supposed to be removable by the president of the day. That precedent was shattered by Trump when he shitcanned Jim Comey, which, of course, led to the Mueller probe. Chris Wray abandoned his post when the Insult Comedian was elected for the second time. He was expected to be loyal to the former president even when he was out of office. He was not but failed the “take one for the team” test posed by Trump’s return.
In the case of Kash Patel, it’s hard to object to the firing of a drunken fool. My objection is to the idea that ANYONE thought this creature of the manosphere was in any way fit to lead the FBI. All he’s fit for is getting shit faced drunk with his fellow bros. It’s time for this bro to go.
The last word goes to the Iceman, Albert Collins: