The departure of Pam Bondi from the Department of Justice didn’t leave a vacuum so much as it left a lukewarm puddle. For months, we were told the “cleanup” was coming. We were promised that the files would be opened, the subpoenas would fly like autumn leaves, and the administrative state would finally face its reckoning. Instead, we got the political equivalent of a “Please Wait” loading screen. Bondi treated the Epstein ledger like a cursed relic and the career bureaucrats like fragile porcelain.
But the time for politeness ended the moment the “acting” titles started stacking up like cordwood. We don’t need a consensus builder or a resume-polisher with an eye on a cable news contract. We need a man who understands that in Washington, if you aren’t the one swinging the hammer, you’re the one getting nailed to the floor. We need the ghost of Roy Cohn, and we need him in a custom-tailored suit with a subpoena in one hand and a blowtorch in the other.
Roy Cohn didn’t care about “process.” He didn’t care about being invited to the right cocktail parties in Georgetown. He was a human scorched-earth policy who understood a fundamental truth that the current crop of legal eagles has forgotten: the law is not a set of rules; it’s a weapon. You don’t win a war by filing a motion to compel and waiting six months for a judge to find their glasses. You win by making your opponent’s life so miserable that the mere mention of your name makes their lawyers quit.
The mess Bondi left behind—the half-baked investigations into the “Deep State” and the timid approach to the Silicon Valley censors—requires a specialist in political demolition. Roy wouldn’t be sitting in a conference room asking for “clarification” on why certain documents were redacted. He would be the one holding the unredacted originals over a shredder until the truth came out. He didn’t just know where the bodies were buried; he usually had the receipt for the shovel.
While the current administration fumbles with “acting” directors and temporary placeholders, the ghost of Cohn would have dismantled the Department of Education by breakfast and had the FBI leadership looking for new careers in the private security sector by lunch. He wouldn’t have “collaborated” with the agencies. He would have liquidated them.
Critics will scream about “ethics” and “decorum,” but those are just words used by losers to explain why they didn’t fight back. Cohn understood that when the stakes are the future of the republic, decorum is just a fancy word for surrender. He was a street fighter with a law degree, a man who viewed a courtroom as a Coliseum and an indictment as a love letter to his enemies.
BIBLE VERSE
Psalm 94:16: “Who will rise up for me against the evildoers? or who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity?”
The Reason for the Verse
We’ve spent too many years watching “respectable” leaders turn the other cheek until their heads are spinning. They tell us to be patient while the administrative state carves up our liberties like a Sunday roast. This verse isn’t a suggestion for a committee meeting; it’s a call to arms. Roy Cohn didn’t need to be asked twice who would stand up. He was already in the ring with his gloves off before the “evildoers” could finish their opening statements. We don’t need a politician who prays for a consensus. We need a lion who stands up and demands that the workers of iniquity pack their bags and vacate the premises.
A Simpleton’s Prayer
Lord, we’re tired of the polite retreats and the “acting” placeholders who are too afraid of a bad headline to do the right thing. We ask that You stir up a spirit of holy boldness in our halls of justice. Send us a man like Roy Cohn who doesn’t fear the media’s fire or the bureaucrats’ whispers. Give us a leader with the skin of a rhinoceros and the heart of a warrior—someone who knows that true peace only comes after the liars are silenced and the scales are balanced. Keep our eyes open to the grift and our hearts hardened against the charms of the “Deep State.”
Amen.
