Pam Bondi Begged. Trump Fired Her Anyway.

Used Up. Spat Out. Humiliated. Gone.

Pam Bondi didn’t just drink the Kool-Aid. She asked for the recipe, sourced the ingredients, and offered to make a second batch in case anyone wanted more. She Wasn't Fired For Being Too Corrupt. She Was Fired For Not Being Corrupt Enough. Let That Sink In.

She did everything. Public flattery. Grovelling obedience. Smug little TV performances. That revolting breathless tone these people get when they’re praising Trump like he’s some kind of misunderstood business genius, instead of what he actually is, which is a malignant narcissist in a spray tan who treats human beings like greasy napkins at a buffet. And for what? For the exact same ending he gives everybody. Used up. Spat out. Humiliated. Gone.