The official story is that FBI Director was fired by Trump because he mishandled the investigation into Hillary Clinton’s e-mails. You mean the investigation that delivered the election to Trump?
Okay, if you believe that…
If you’re of a certain age, you remember the Saturday Night Massacre of October 20, 1973. (I watched it unfold on NBC News that night on my black-and-white TV in my apartment in Miami; I was a senior at UM. John Chancellor was stunned.) For those of you who don’t, it happened when Special Prosecutor Archibald Cox was skating too close to Nixon’s involvement in the cover-up of Watergate. Nixon ordered Attorney General Elliot Richardson to fire Cox. Richardson refused and resigned, as did the next in line, Deputy Attorney General William Ruckelshaus, who also refused and was fired. It then fell to Solicitor General Robert Bork, who followed the order: Cox was fired and the shit hit the fan.
The difference between now and then is that there are no Richardsons or Ruckelshauses in a Trump administration; they are all Borks.
I will take any bet in any amount that we will have a special prosecutor looking into the Russia business by midsummer at the latest. Otherwise, I don’t know who will take the job. The entire DOJ—including the FBI—is now hopelessly compromised. And yes, I dread the very thought of who these clowns might appoint—Rudy Giuliani? Chris Christie? Sheriff Clarke? Bo Dietl?—but that seems a secondary concern right now. At present, we’re governed by people in a frenzy to cover their own asses. Nobody’s hands are on the wheel.
This is how dictatorships begin.