Pam Bondi's Fake Orgasm

And she still made Epstein worse for Trump.

Oh, Pam.

If shamelessness were an Olympic sport, the Attorney General just blew the landing, tore off her leotard, and flashed her tits at the judges hoping they wouldn’t notice how bad her performance was before the Senate Judiciary Committee.

It was the fake orgasm of committee hearing performances; loud, theatrical, sweaty, and meant to trick just one man into keeping her around by flattering his ego.

Today’s Senate Judiciary performance wasn’t testimony; it was crude, overacted scenery-chewing regional dinner theater for the Trump base, a MAGA striptease dance of performative outrage and imaginary grievance where facts went to die and the only rule is “Never let the truth stand in the way of fellating Trump’s revenge fantasies and galactic ego.”

Bondi strutted in, dialed the volume to eleven, and delivered the full martyrdom package: a sneering, venomous performance laced with sanctimony and shamelessness, larded with constant personal attacks against every Democratic Senator in the room, replete with wild accusations and wilder denials.

MAGA will think she won today, but on the biggest question in Trump’s cobwebbed brain, she blew it. On Jeffrey Epstein, she failed to exonerate Trump, defend the coverup with anything even vaguely logical, and made the stench of her ongoing coverup even more rancid.