The Friday Brief, February 13, 2026
Pam Bondi Is Going To Jail
Inside:
Pam Bondi and John Mitchell
The Talented Mr. Carlson
Is Social Media Addictive? Duh.
Breathe In
RFK Is A Serial Killer
DOJ Screws The Pooch
Can Ideas Change The World?
The El Paso Clustertrump
Better Than Nothing
What I’m Reading
Scenes From The Home Front
The Big Picture
Pam Bondi and John Mitchell
There’s a particular hour in Washington, usually well past midnight, when the lights burn too long in offices where they shouldn’t.
It’s the hour when drafts of legal pleadings and press releases are rewritten. Of calls made on burner phones. Of whispers about ongoing investigations, subpoenas, and wiretaps.
There’s a smell to it, as aides quietly lawyer up, start saving hard copies of their emails and documents, and stop talking to anyone about anything beyond the weather and the Commanders.
And if you’ve read enough history, you recognize it.
In 1973, it drifted down Pennsylvania Avenue in a cloud of cigar smoke and raw political arrogance. It hung in the corridors of power while men in dark suits convinced themselves that loyalty was a higher virtue than law. They were wrong, of course. History was waiting with handcuffs.
Pamela Jo Bondi, Attorney General of the Trump Law Firm and Rub-N-Tug Spa, once known as the Department of Justice, is next.
