The seventh prosecutor just walked out, screaming into the void with a resignation letter sharper than a subpoena. Adams’ clown car of corruption rolls on, fueled by luxury trips to Turkey and foreign cash injections—all while the DOJ scrambles to find a yes-man willing to torch their career for political theater. Trump dangles pardons like candy, and Adams laps it up, trading dignity for a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Reopening ICE offices at Rikers? A masterclass in bootlicking, perfectly timed to distract from the stench of cronyism. The system isn’t broken—it’s designed this way. Prosecutors with spines resign; those without get promoted.
We’re watching democracy’s autopsy in real time. But hey, at least the circus is entertaining.