It’s been a busy week for the MAGA clown car. My colleague Cassandra wrote about Missouri Senator Eric Schmitt’s beclowning yesterday. He sat in a hearing room smirking like a cartoon villain who thought he’d laid a perjury trap for Jack Smith. Instead, it blew up in his face:

It’s what happens when an arrogant dumbass thinks they can outfox a smart lawyer. KABOOM.

Nobody wants to be Wile E. Coyote. The same goes for Kash Patel.

Kash Patel was appointed FBI director to destroy it as a credible and viable law enforcement agency. It’s one of the more successful moves of the Insult Comedian’s retribution agenda. The guy who thinks he’s a wizard has purged agents who investigated the Dipshit Insurrection and the purloined papers case. Some of them were the best the FBI had to offer; they’re now gone like the Fun House at Playland at the Beach in San Francisco:

The purges continue at Kash Patel’s FBI Fun House:

Two veteran FBI counterterrorism supervisors have been removed from their jobs after a disagreement over an investigation involving alleged harassing phone calls made to the wife of White House deputy chief of staff Stephen Miller, multiple people familiar with the matter told MS NOW.

 

The sources, including former FBI officials briefed on the matter, said Burgwald had already drawn the ire of FBI Director Kash Patel over a series of disagreements. But those sources, who were granted anonymity to speak about sensitive matters, said the final straw came after the Washington field office’s counterterrorism section was asked to conduct a threat assessment on a person believed to have been making harassing phone calls to Miller’s wife, conservative podcaster Katie Miller.

 

The unusual request was greeted with disdain inside the FBI, the sources said. “Harassing phone calls aren’t even in the ballpark of terrorism unless an actual terrorist is doing the dialing,” said one former FBI official briefed on the matter.”

Podcasts are sacred to MAGA. Stephen Miller’s wife Katie is a podcaster. Does that make her Miller’s sacred cow? Discuss amongst yourselves.

This request is yet another abuse of power. Mean phone calls to a mean girl don’t rise to the level of terrorism. It’s a matter for a lower level of Kash Patel’s FBI Fun House. They should have made like Orson Welles in The Lady From Shanghai and taken the slide down to the hall of mirrors.

Stephen Miller and Kash Patel like to let the world know that they can score after years of living la vida incel. Kash is embroiled in a string of mini-scandals involving his drinking and his country singer girlfriend being guarded by FBI special agents.

The sad state of the FBI is what happens when you turn an important institution over to the likes of Kash Patel. J Edgar Hoover may or may not have been a G-Man in a G-String but Kash is a bug-eyed clown. All of the tunes in my Clown Songs Dozen work for him, especially this one:

Kash Patel is a clown inside the pocket of another clown, President Pennywise.

Thanks to Kash’s antics and purges, the FBI is having such a hard time recruiting new agents that they’ve lifted the ban on bestiality. Kash claims that human traffickers force bestiality on their victims. Say what? Sounds like just another day for a Texas A&M Aggie. I’ll skip the Aggie jokes in favor of this image:

That’s the last bestiality joke, I promise. Blame Kash, not me. He’s the one who went there first. I went there because one of my mottos as a blogger is: When there’s low hanging fruit, pick it.

The featured image is of Playland at the Beach in San Francisco, which was our Coney Island. It closed in 1972. I loved going there as a kid with my parents. We’d hop in the car, hang out at Playland, then go to Louis’ diner overlooking Seal Rocks. It was owned by a Greek family who my dad insisted were relatives. You know how that goes: He’d claim Jen Psaki as kin if he were still with us.

Kash Patel’s FBI Fun House moved the freaks from the side show to center stage. It’s time for the clown car to crash and the Fun House to close.

The last word goes to The Stooges followed by Pink:

You say funhouse; I say fun house. Let’s call the whole thing off.