Brennan and Comey: Alligator Alcatraz bound?

ALAN WEBBER


 

 

“I will tell you, I think they’re very dishonest people. I think they’re crooked as hell. And maybe they have to pay a price for that.”

— President Donald Trump

The FBI has reportedly launched investigations into former CIA Director John Brennan and former FBI Director James Comey, two of the loudest, most self-righteous voices behind the now-discredited Trump-Russia collusion hoax.

The investigation is long overdue. Honestly, though, this isn’t justice finally finding its way to daylight. It’s justice being dragged forward by the one man they tried hardest to silence.

Let’s rewind to 2016, when the rot began to fester.

Hillary Clinton’s presidential campaign funneled more than a million dollars through Perkins Coie, a law firm deeply embedded in Washington’s swamp machinery. That money made its way to Fusion GPS, which hired British ex-spy Christopher Steele to compile the now-infamous Steele Dossier, a piece of opposition research better known in intelligence circles as fiction with footnotes.

Stuffed with unverifiable claims and thinly sourced smears, the dossier became the backbone of Operation Crossfire Hurricane — the official justification for spying on a presidential campaign. Yes, a U.S. political campaign was surveilled based on Clinton-funded garbage. The very agencies sworn to protect democracy were suddenly weaponized to tilt it. Swamp politics, in full display.

At the center? James Comey, the FBI’s genteel front man. With his aw-shucks grin, tailored suits and self-appointed role as the republic’s moral compass, he made the rounds on cable news, launched a book tour, and portrayed himself as the last honest man … while presiding over what now appears to be a slow-motion inside job.

Now, Comey is reportedly under investigation. Department of Justice sources are tight-lipped, but word is the FBI is treating the matter as a conspiracy. It only took them seven years to say it out loud.

But 2020 made 2016 look like amateur hour.

That’s when John Brennan, former CIA director and full-time Deep State insider, stepped back into the spotlight. This time, he was one of 51 former “intelligence officials” (oxymoron?) who signed a letter claiming the Hunter Biden laptop had “all the classic earmarks of Russian disinformation.”

No evidence. No forensic analysis. Just another smokescreen tossed over a politically inconvenient truth right before a national election and timed perfectly to sway the vote.

The media? They devoured it like gospel. Big Tech? They slapped “disinformation” labels on the story and froze the accounts of those not gullible enough to believe them. And Joe Biden, already showing signs of cognitive decline, campaigned from his basement — flanked by teleprompters, handlers and houseplants — while the press assured us he was the “adult in the room.”

It turns out the laptop was real. And the “Russian interference” narrative … purely manufactured.

So what was Brennan doing? If he knew the laptop was authentic and signed that letter anyway, it was a calculated lie. If he didn’t know, then how the hell did he ever end up running the CIA?

Either way, it’s a scandal. At best, this was partisan malpractice.

At worst, election interference. At present, Brennan and Comey have all the integrity of gas station sushi.

Now that federal investigators are finally tugging at this thread, they mustn’t stop when the fabric starts unraveling, no matter whose name is sewn into the lining — because in a functioning republic, the intelligence community works for the people, not the party in power.

If it can be proven that Brennan, Comey and their enablers put their thumb on the scale of a U.S. election, then accountability isn’t optional — it’s essential.

And if proven guilty, they deserve a permanent stay at Alligator Alcatraz.

Alan Webber, a Bourbonnais resident, has been a weekly contributor to the opinion pages of The Gilman Star and

City News, as well as a few publications in Arizona, for the past four to five years. He is also a blogger, occasional podcaster and the author of two novels — ‘Whipping Post’ and ‘Roll Me Away.’ Raised in

Iroquois County, in Chebanse and Clifton, he owns A.N. Webber Inc., a trucking company in Kankakee, and graduated from

Clifton Central High in 1975.

He can be reached at awebber@anwebber.com.