Pam Bondi: The Cult’s Favorite Fox
Pam Bondi is precisely the kind of woman Trump would adore — loud, loyal, and allergic to truth. Watching her dodge straightforward Senate questions was like watching a feral fox chew through a fence — all hiss, no substance.
Trump handpicked Bondi for one purpose: revenge. He needed someone mean enough to swing the axe but dim enough to believe it was a patriotic duty. Bondi was the perfect lickspittle for the job — tail wagging, claws out, ready to shred decency for her master’s applause.
This is the Trump formula: surround yourself with people who lie easily, smile wickedly, and see the law as a speed bump on the road to power. Bondi fits the mold like a glove dipped in venom.
For the MAGA cult, that’s not a flaw — it’s the feature. They cheer when decency is mocked. They love the swagger, the smirk, the “own the libs” sneer. The cruelty is the point. It gives the broken dogs of the movement a bone to gnaw on — someone else to blame for their busted dreams and unpaid bills.
Bondi and her ilk thrive on grievance. They know that anger is the last refuge of those who’ve lost everything else. So they feed it. They sell hate like snake oil and call it freedom.
The rest of us can only watch in disbelief as decency is replaced by deceit, and justice is traded for vengeance — all wrapped in the flag and blessed with a fake prayer.
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