You fear the one gift you have waited for lo these twelve months will not be delivered: the frog-marching of Brennan, Clapper, Comey, Strzok, HRC, Mayorkas, Monaco, Rosenstein, Priestap, Halper, Yates, Lynch, Garland, Wray, Haynes, Sullivan, Schiff, Warner, Eisen, Elias, Weissmann, Jack Smith. . . and many other deep state treason-goblins into the maw of a federal courthouse for processing like so many mackerel in a cat food cannery.

"No arrests!" is the melancholy cry heard from sea to shining sea.

It's true.

A whole year ticked by and no accountability for the immense decade-long free-ranging crime-spree against our country by so many government officials. Did I leave out Mr. Obama? Yes. He would probably have to dangle as an "unindicted co-conspirator," cuz president, and all. But maybe not. It's open to interpretation, I grant you. . . assuming anyone in the Trump DOJ could actually get serious and move a folder off his/her desk. Anyway, Christmas is upon us and the MAGA minions sulk in despair. No arrests!

And no Epstein files for you either, Tiny Tim, after all this hassling, haggling, screwing-around, trash-talk, innuendo, duplicity, dissimulation, and subterfuge. What is in there, do you suppose, that the country couldn't take? Photos of Bill Clinton riding Ghislaine Maxwell like a bucking bronco? Larry Summers naked as a manatee in the shallow end of the Little St. James pool? Tom Hanks chowing down on a roasted human heart? You see: that's where the mind goes when the truth is withheld.

Anyway, Dan Bongino, good old Danny Boombatz, has left the building, visibly sadder but wiser.

He is — no sarc here — a first-class American patriot. Do not doubt that.

He surely took the job as Deputy Director of the FBI because the president importuned him to do so, and how can you say no when a president calls? Yet, something happened to him in FBI HQ, some dark passage into altered consciousness, and now he is out.