Enjoy Your Loophole, You Leaking, Lying, Never-Trump Piece of Shit
Saint Comey the Slime: How the 7-Foot Psycho Beat the Rap on a Technicality and Still Plays Victim
James Comey, the six-foot-eight sanctimonious giraffe who spent years strutting around like the last honest man in America, is back on his Instagram soapbox crowing about “malevolence” and “weaponization” now that a judge tossed his indictment on a paperwork technicality. Give me a f**king break.
This is the same arrogant prick who took Clinton-campaign-cash laundered through Fusion GPS, turned a bar-room rumor into a two-year national nightmare, lied to FISA judges four separate times to spy on a presidential campaign, leaked classified memos to trigger a special counsel that he knew would cripple a presidency, and then wrote a smug little book touring the country as Saint James of the Deep State while the country burned.
Saints have a knack for getting defrocked. It can’t come soon enough for this mental case. If you cannot look at him and see that is indeed a mental case, you are a simpleton in the truest sense.
Comey didn’t “get away” with anything. He slithered away because the Trump DOJ couldn’t even appoint a prosecutor correctly. That’s not vindication, that’s a participation trophy for the most destructive FBI director since J. Edgar Hoover decided to wear red velvet dresses and blackmail presidents.
And now he has the balls, the unmitigated gall, to stand there in his little Instagram video acting wounded, warning America that Trump is coming for him again, like he’s some poor persecuted martyr instead of the architect of the biggest political hit job in modern history.
You’re not a martyr, Jim. You’re a psycho. A seven-foot-tall, self-righteous, leak-happy, memo-writing, FISA-abusing, never-Trump psycho who got caught red-handed and still has the nerve to play victim while the rest of us paid the bills for your little coup fantasy.
You damaged the country for years. You turned the FBI into a partisan joke. You gave late-night comics and blue-check losers four years of dopamine hits while real people lost jobs, reputations, and faith in every institution you touched.
Enjoy your technicality, you pompous, sanctimonious prick. History’s still writing the final chapter, and it’s got your name in the villain section in big bold letters. I hope Trump crucifies you the next time around.
