A Sonnet For Mr. Comey
Inspired by William Shakespeare, Elizabeth Barrett Browning once wrote of her lover: ”How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
There’s no love lost, however, between President Trump and FBI ex-director James Comey. In regard to Mr. Comey, the President might paraphrase that famous sonnet:
“Why should I fire thee? Let me count the ways.”
Mr. Comey, thou hast been quiet inept at monitoring and preventing domestic terrorism throughout the land.
Thou hast rewritten FBI manuals to cloud the fight against such terrorism.
Thou hast shown no interest in investigating possible FBI complicity in the Garland, Texas attempted murder of Pamela Geller (as reported by 60 Minutes).
Thou hast failed to investigate properly the partisan IRS abuse of power under Director Lois Lerner, despite the fact that, then President Obama said he was “outraged” by it.
Thou hast failed to investigate the blatant obstruction of justice activities of Madam Hillary Clinton, who deleted 30,000 emails UNDER SUBPOENA.
Thou hast exonerated the wench despite her felonious mishandling of classified materials (the unsecured server), blackmail (Juanita Broderick) and influence peddling (Russian uranium processing).
Thou denied that there was surveillance of Mr. Trump’s campaign despite evidence of, at the very least, indirect surveillance, with disclosures being printed in the New York Times.
Thou hinted accusations at the President, but refused to substantiate what many Congressional Intelligence Committee members have attested to, namely that NO evidence has been found to implicate Mr. Trump in ANYTHING illegal.
Thou hast become increasingly fascinated by implausible tales of Russian “interference” in our election, thereby squandering valuable resources.
Thou hast proven derelict in thou’s duty to investigate the ONLY CRIME PROVEN, thus far, to have been committed in this election cycle, namely the criminal unmasking and subsequent leaking of information on American citizens that were indirectly surveilled while thou were investigating the Russians.
Thou has been quite lackadaisical with the serial teller of tall tales, Susan Rice.
Thou cans’t not even keepeth the numbers of classified emails found on Anthony Weiner’s laptop straight. .
Thou appears to have a predilection to speak when thou shouldn’t speaketh, and keep silent when speaketh thou should.
Thou giveth the impression of being the court jester.
Forsooth, thou is a hot mess.