The officialdom of a farce. (One down, countless others to go.)

The Wall Street Journal's top headline — "James Comey Indicted on False Statement Charges" — was kinda screwed up. Its reality-based banners, thoughtlessly rejected, were "James Comey Indicted on False Charges," or, simply, "James Comey Falsely Charged."

The paper did make immediate amends, noting in its lede that a federal grand jury handed down the whatever indictment after the recently vamoosing, uncorrupted U.S. Attorney Erik Siebert had "determined there was insufficient evidence to bring the case." As was "the case" with every other Comey-investigating prosecutor holding a degree in American-not-North-Korean law.

Good grief even the twin dickwits Pam Bondi and Kash Patel had brains enough to recommend the former U.S. attorney's permanence, and thus his judgment.

But the attorney general and FBI director's superseding authority, Bill Pulte, the head of the Federal Housing Finance Agency, did a variation on a theme — a little something along the lines of a Lisa Cook number — in targeting Mr. Siebert for official airbrushing. 

With him "disappeared," Trump can now proceed with safeguarding impartial justice in the United States. And so, with the selfsame incandescence of his vast medical knowledge — "Pregnant Women, DON'T USE TYLENOL" he posted minutes ago — hours earlier he made clear to all Americans the indispensable principle of enlightened, even-tempered jurisprudence:

"JAMES COMEY IS A DIRTY COP," he wrote on Truth Social, "one of the worst human beings this Country has ever been exposed to." Continuing: "HE LIED" — "there is no way he can explain his way out of it."

But — and as buts go, this one is big — knowing what any passably unbesotted or regrettably untampered jury will do with the new, quisling U.S. attorney's charges, Trump went on to say what he says about any disagreeable election result: The fix was in.

To  wit, in the case of The Virtuous People v. Villainous James B. Comey, Trump's rigged-election blatherskite took the form of: "He was just assigned a Crooked Joe Biden appointed judge, so he's off to a very good start." In Trump's scurrying reptilian way, such was an a priori acknowledgement of Comey's fated acquittal.

He either omitted or was ignorant of — five'll get you a thousand it was the latter — Comey's even better very good start. Lindsey Halligan, the litigating assassin appointed by the one actual felon in this case, was the sole signatory to the indictment.

It seems the Eastern District of Virginia's house-trained prosecutors had sudden, urgent out-of-the-office business at the time of the signing's excrementitious farce.

"Ice Pick" Lindsey, as she's known among Trump's mob-associate and demimonde base, tried compensating for the indictment's wholesale lack of others' prosecutorial confidence by presenting the two-page sham in elevated but backfiring language:

Comey's crimes, said Halligan, "represent a breach of the public trust at an extraordinary level." To be noted by the accused's defense team, I'm sure, is that the violation of trust is indeed extraordinary — at two office levels: hers and the Oval's.

This morning, Trump told reporters that his long, tediously and publicly enumerated list of political opponents and assorted detractors he damn well wants indicted — too long and lord knows way too familiar a list to relist here — is "not a list." On the other hand, as he allowed with benefit of chronic incoherence, on this merely imaginary list he "think[s] there will be others."

You think?

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