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James Comey, former FBI director, former deputy attorney general, former U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York, is a friend of presidents and kings, an admired figure who presents himself as a voice of reason and morality, and a pillar of the Washington establishment — or, as the Mafia would put it, a made guy. Surely he would never do something so lawless and undemocratic as threaten the president of the United States, would he?
That’s what Comey contends in response to charges that he was issuing a veiled threat to the president when he posted on his Instagram account a photo of seashells arranged to say “86 47.” “86” is a well-known expression for getting rid of someone, and whether or not Comey meant that Trump should be gotten rid of by assassination, it was an extraordinarily irresponsible statement for him to make at a time when leftist calls for violence against Trump and his supporters are distressingly common.
Those calls have now resulted in three assassination attempts against Trump, and no one knows how many more there will be, but in this climate, only a fool would say that the president will finish out his term without any more attempts to kill him. Comey took the photo down on the same day that he posted it, and explained: “I posted earlier a picture of some shells I saw today on a beach walk, which I assumed were a political message. I didn’t realize some folks associate those numbers with violence. It never occurred to me, but I oppose violence of any kind, so I took the post down.”
However, the idea that the former director of the FBI actually “didn’t realize some folks associate those numbers with violence” strains credulity well beyond the breaking point. That is clear from a potboiler crime novel, FDR Drive, that Comey wrote, or that was more likely ghostwritten for him.
In an unwittingly revealing May 2025 interview with NPR to plug the book, Comey explained that his novel was “about a right-wing podcaster who is trying to motivate his followers to engage in acts of violence against the targets of his vitriol. And it’s about my protagonist, Nora Carleton, a federal prosecutor in Manhattan, trying to figure out, how do we stop the violence? And is there a way to hold this podcaster criminally accountable for what he clearly knows he’s doing? And that’s the trick because the line between speech and crime is – it should be clear, but it’s fuzzy.”
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KK says
The man is worse than a muhammadist. Trying to tell everyone that he didn’t know what 8647 meant, what a lying sack.
Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don’t tell the truth uh
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
The truth is in the eyes
Cause the eyes don’t lie, amen.
Evil will reap evil.
Westman says
One never knows what those obscure things in the FBI lexicon mean. “8647”? “Tear up Texas”?
David Lakatos says
They knew they’re all murdering Muhammadian jihadist huggers.
somehistory says
The lying goon would rather be seen as incredibly stupid than to tell the Truth and own up to his evil wishing for Mr. Trump to buy the farm, kick the bucket, take the long dirt nap, swim with the fishes
And as for the part about holding him accountable….because the line is “fuzzy”….not as fuzzy in his case as he believes.
James Lincoln says
somehistory,
Yes, all true.
James Comey is – simply – a dirty cop.
It would be bad enough if he were simply a street beat cop, but no:
-Former FBI director
-Former deputy attorney general
-Former U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York
somehistory says
James, I wonder what his granny would say about him? Or to him?
I watched a western with Glenn Ford, Brain Kieth, Edward G. Robinson and Barbara Stanwick, “The Violent Men.”
It reminded me of how things were when bo-biden and harris were running the ranch..
James Lincoln says
Looks like a good movie, somehistory.
Just saw the trailer, I’ll check it out.
OLD GUY says
Comey is as slick as grease, and lies like a rug. He knew exactly what he was saying.