Washington, June 2025 \u2013 It was a hot Friday night when the President of the United States once again launched himself into battle against phantoms. Not against the nuclear-armed reality of the Israel-Iran war, not against the economic implosion of the American middle class \u2013 but against what he has called his personal Bermuda Triangle for five years: the 2020 election. \u201cThe election was a TOTAL FRAUD!\u201d Donald Trump thundered on Truth Social, his virtual throne room, theatrically demanding the appointment of a special prosecutor. The evidence? \u201cMASSIVE and OVERWHELMING.\u201d The names of the informants? Presumably the same ones who last time whispered from refrigerators, ballot boxes, and television screens. We know them \u2013 the oracles of the MAGA realm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meanwhile, Trump instructed his cabinet to launch investigations into Joe Biden \u2013 over alleged \u201ccognitive masking\u201d by his advisers. It was a \u201cnational emergency,\u201d said Trump, while Pam Bondi, his loyally devoted attorney general with the perpetual smile of a Miss America contestant, adjusted her glasses and responded to press questions with a wordless pout. Would she actually appoint a special prosecutor? Possible. But only, an anonymous official hinted, if that person had \u201calready been confirmed by the Senate\u201d \u2013 which in Trump\u2019s Washington is about as likely as snow falling on Capitol Hill in August. Meanwhile, the public was reminded of Jack Smith, that principled investigator with glasses and integrity, whom Trump once removed from the game with a legal sleight of hand \u2013 aided by those very lawyers who now control the Justice Department or have already been nominated for judgeships.<\/p>\n\n\n\n